The way I done it

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Yeah, yeah, that post title is bad grammar. You are also likely to encounter some sloppy punctuation as well. You’ve been warned!

So, let’s talk about yesterday’s Hash. It was a strange one. I wound up doing my own trail, a little over 6K, but mostly flat. I walked from my place out to where the official trail started, then walked back to the On-Home at Johansson’s. I had planned to get to the Coral Street beginning point before the 2:00 p.m. start time but arrived a couple of minutes late. Everyone had left by then, so it was an easy decision to turn around and go back. I did reward myself with a beer stop at Hideaway on my return journey.

That’s from Goldfinger’s last Hash a couple of weeks ago. He lived in Angeles but came up on the bus to join us almost every week. The woman, Stinky Foxhole, is his Barretto partner who always joined him at the Hash. When I got to the On-Home yesterday, I was surprised to see her there. I figured she must have come as a final goodbye gesture to Goldfinger. I nodded and said, “Sorry,” then sat away from her on the other side of the bar. (We were never close; honestly, I don’t care for her). Anyway, as other Hashers arrived, a couple went and spoke with her. Then she got up and left. Apparently, she hadn’t heard about Goldfinger’s passing and had come to meet him as usual. That was a strange turn of events.

When the Hare arrived, he told me there were only five Hashers at the start of the trail. Another strange happening. Like me, a couple of other folks had done their own trail, but when the circle started, we only had eight people in attendance. I’ve never seen a turnout that low. And to make it even weirder, we had zero females in attendance. Like I said, it was a strange Hash. Not sure what was going on, but hopefully, we will be back to normal next week.

Here are some photos if you care to share my adventure:

The trail, as intended by the Hares, was a little over 6K with the nasty climb to the Kalaklan Ridge.
My trail was the same distance but without the ass-kicking climb.
The journey begins as I leave my house.
I took note of the threatening skies and factored that into my decision not to venture up into the hills. However, the rain held off until late in the evening after I was safe at home.
A smoke signal from the natives in the squatter village?
In the ‘hood
Leaving the ‘hood
Through a narrow alleyway…
And onto La Union Street
A left on Gabaya Street
Ha! I inadvertently wound up doing part of the Hare’s trail after all. I love it when that happens!
Del Pilar Street
And then my stroll along the National Highway begins in downtown Barretto.
This hospital will be opening soon, and it will be good to have one in Barretto again, just in case of emergency…
On the National Highway out of Barretto
The starting point of the official Hash trail
Coral Street ends in the hills. Nope, not going there this time.
Instead, I crossed the highway and headed back in the other direction. As you can see, that narrow shoulder leaves little margin for error.
A bay view from the highway
Is that Barbie’s house?
Back in Barretto
The Hideaway alley
Time for a quick beer check.
Joy was surprised to see me on a Monday and happy for the lady drink and cookies.
Now, to finish my trail, let’s hit the beach!
And there it be!
The low tide always reveals the hidden contents of the bay waters.
But if you can’t see it, you can pretend that it just isn’t there.
The passage back to the highway
And my trail comes to an end at Johansson’s
Discussing the trail with one of the Hares, Anal Receptive.
Half of those in attendance are on the ice. Crazy.

Anyway, that’s the way it goes sometimes. The beer was cold, and there was plenty of it. After the Hash, most of us went to It Doesn’t Matter and had a few more. I gave up drinking at seven (don’t worry, I plan to start again this evening) and went to Sit-n-Bull for a banana split to bring him home with me. My Fitbit says I was asleep before 8:30. What a life!

I guess you have to trust the science on this:

Hard to argue with this logic:

Your body, your choice. But leave them kids alone!

6 thoughts on “The way I done it”

  1. re: Trek meme

    That’s from Strange New Worlds. The guy with the twerpy mustache is supposed to be Samuel Kirk, brother of James T. That’s Ethan Peck (grandson of Gregory) in the role of Spock.

    Once again, RIP to Goldfinger.

    Good that you avoided the rain. It looks to have been a nice walk. And a local hospital will definitely be nice.

    re: that narrow road shoulder

    Yeah, I had stuff like that during my east-coast walk two years ago. Never again.

  2. I don’t know if all of the lyrics below apply to your situation, but the refrain might:

    I’ve been phoning night and morning
    I heard you say, “Tell him I’m not home”
    Now you’re confessing, but I’m still guessing
    I’ve been your fool for so so long

    Girl don’t lie, just to save my feelings
    Girl don’t cry, and tell me nothing’s wrong
    Girl don’t try to make up phony reasons
    I’d rather leave than never believe

    If this is it, please let me know
    If this ain’t love, you’d better let me go
    If this is it, I want to know
    If this ain’t love baby, just say so

    You’ve been thinking
    And I’ve been drinking
    We both know that it’s just not right
    Now you’re pretending
    That it’s not ending
    You’ll say anything to avoid a fight

    Girl don’t lie, and tell me that you need me
    Girl don’t cry, and tell me nothing’s wrong
    I’ll be alright one way or another
    So let me go, or make we want to stay

    If this is it, please let me know
    If this ain’t love, you’d better let me go
    If this is it, I want to know
    If this ain’t love baby, just say so
    If this is it, please let me know
    If this ain’t love, you’d better let me go

    If this is it, I want to know
    If this ain’t love baby, just say so
    If this is it, please let me know (I wanna know)
    If this is it, please let me know (I gotta know), ooh
    If this is it (you better let me go) please let me know, ooh (just say so)
    If this is it, please let me know, ooh
    If this is it, please let me know, ooh

    Name that tune!

  3. If This Is It by Huey Lewis and The News. It’s been a long time since I heard it, but I recognized the lyrics. For some reason, I had it in my head that this was an Eddie Money song. In my defense, they are both from the same era and have a similar sound.

    As to its applicability to my situation–we’ll know soon enough. Maybe I believe in miracles, but I’m hoping for a BIG change in attitude once I move in. But then there is that voice in my head saying, “Dude…”

  4. Yes, I recall that walk of yours on the east coast and thinking at the time it was similar to my experience on the National Highway, only much, much longer!

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