My fellow Hares and I pulled off a successful Hash yesterday. I measure success in terms of no one getting hurt and most of the Hashers professing a liking for the trail. A couple of folks lost the trail, but since the vast majority were able to find their way, I attribute the failure to their individual lack of attention. As I expected, there were some mild complaints about the short length of the route, but just as many found the distance to their liking. Vienna Sausage is the Hare next week, so the masochists can get their fill of hardship then.
Not a lot of Hash pictures to share this week, but here’s what I’ve got:
I walked the 3.5K to the starting location, then another 3K back to the On-Home at Subiza Resort on Baloy. My non-hash hike was longer than the actual trail. Flatter though.
I spent most of the pre-circle time sitting on a chair, taking in the bay views (that first photo in this post was captured by a fellow Hasher). Here is some of what I saw:
Most of the group seemed to really enjoy Subiza as a Hash On-Home venue. Very spacious and comfortable with great views. We did run out of beer before the circle was over, which is outrageous. I’m told that was because the Hash Beermeister cut us off at ten cases of beer. I was not a happy camper, but I’m glad it wasn’t Subiza’s fault since I recommended them as a Hash host.
When the beer ran out, so did I. I got home much earlier than usual (and less drunk), so I was able to finish watching the final episodes from Season 1 of Blue Eye Samurai. Now, I have another series to share my thoughts on. I’ll get to them both soon. I promise, said the procrastinator.
My son Kevin celebrated his 46th birthday yesterday.
And then Facebook memories reminded me of that time I was on TV:
Today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: When you moved from California, where did you go?
A: I left Orange County, where I was born and raised, in 1978 because I didn’t want to raise my kids in California. We moved to Prescott, Arizona. Best move I ever did make!
And now it appears I was ahead of my time with more people moving from than to California.
Today’s puns are so bad they even made me cringe:
My sincere apologies.
Were you with your kids long enough to get them into young adulthood? Even after all of these years, I’m still unclear about a lot of your past. Curiously absent from the blog are insights about fatherhood. If that’s a sore spot, please forget I asked.
Looks as though the Hashers had fun.
Kev, the mother of my children left us when my daughter was five and my son was three. I had sole custody until they reached adulthood. I left Arizona and moved to Oklahoma, where my parents had a small farm so they could grow up riding horses, and my mom and grandma were there to lend a hand. That photo was taken in Oklahoma. I met wife #2 there, and she was a great stepmother. She is still a big part of their lives in South Carolina. Their mother moved to South Carolina a few years back so she could play the grandmother role. And now I’m the one who disappeared. Neither of my kids has visited me in Korea or the Philippines, and I haven’t been back to the USA in over four years. It’s weird how things turned out.