Sara

Today I received a friendster message from my friend Sara, the girl who my friends who know her refer to as the one that got away. While I check the email, she instant messages me via friendster. We chat for about an hour, talk about all the good times we used to have, the adventures. Everything we did was an adventure, not just a little outing. One night we went to dinner in downtown Fort Worth and afterwards I decided that we HAD to go visit the water gardens since she had never been. It was the middle of winter, really cold, so we are climbing down the portion of the garden that they shot the scene fromf Logans Run at and she loses her shoe, just floats away. Me being the gentleman I am, I carry her all the way back to my car, like 3 blocks away. Or the time I call her up in the middle of a snow storm telling her I crave a burger from Fred's. I make the trek from my house to her apartment, normally it would take 20 minutes, in the snow it was close to an hour, then we drive to Fred's and I do believe that was the best burger I ever had, she would probably agree. Although I think her sister didn't enjoy it as much as Sara and I. Then again her sister was pretty much annoyed anytime I was around.

Hearing from her has really brightened my day, which is odd because I am already having a great day. It is kind of weird, we never really dated, although there were a few nights that we kissed. We discussed the possibility of her visiting, she always says she will but she has yet to. Then again when I go to Fort Worth for holidays, I don't normally get in touch with my friends, since I see my family so rarely. I hope she visits, I need an adventure. I think I will close with the testimonial she left for me, one of my favorites.

Tim is such a cocky bastard that you
can't help but love him. He can always
be counted on to find the smallest,
weirdest, most out-of the way places
that have the best food, coldest beer,
and most interesting crowd. I miss
you, Timmy!


I miss you Sara!

Haunted Hash

For over a year, I have been planning a haunted hash, during the October Full Moon it will come into being. I just received an email from my friend from Austin Ghost Tours with a list of Haunted Bars in Downtown Austin. What better way to celebrate October (wait October is breast cancer awareness month, a Booby Run {note to self organize a booby run for next October}). So mark your calenders, be in Austin on Monday October 17th for the Austin Full Moon Hash, The Haunted Hash.

The Spazmatics

Received an invite earlier this week from the twins (Lost'n Mound and Blocked Orifice) to go see The Spazmatics. Essentially this band dresses up and act like 80's nerds and cover 80's songs. Well being the hasher that I am, I dressed up as a nerd. This show was a blast, I am definitely going back! In attendance we had Ring Around the Panty, Vagitarian, Bonesucker, Dead Nuts On, Massive Slutslinger, Head Bangerand maybe more, I do not really remember. I tried to be the nerd at a party in 80's movies, start out as a wallflower, then slowly start dancing then going nuts by the end of the party. It was really hard to pull off, was in a twins sandwich and then a cousin sandwich (Vag and Bone). How's the song go, When its incest time in Texas. Later on there was some drama, didn't really involve me. All in all, last night was definitely worth showing up to work three hours late.

iTunes Tag

THE RULES: List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog, then 'tag' six other bloggers/friends to see what they're listening to.
Late Night Drive Thru

1. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.
2. Pachanga - Loco
3. Detektor - Fly
4. N.A.P. feat Wallen - Esperance
5. Rachel Starr - Till There Was You (Gabriel & Dresden remix)
6. Perasma - Swing 2 Harmony

My List
1. Five for Fighting - Bella's Birthday
2. The Shins - New Slang
3. Scott Weiland - But Not Tonight
4. Alan Parsons Project - Eye in the Sky
5. Alphaville - Forever Young


Tags
1. Ring Around the Panty
2. playsbyear
3. Brae
4. Hieu
5. And those damn spammers that are constantly hitting my comments screen

Lunch

I hate to eat alone. Most days at work, I pick up lunch and bring it back simply because I hate eating alone. Up until last week I had a running lunch scheduled with Raf (Ring Around the Panty) and occasionally we would take Dan (the Clapper). We usually ate at Pho #1 on Tuesdays, but for some reason last week both of those wankers up and bailed, same with this week. It's not even like I could call my thai backup for pho, he left for Thailand yesterday. What did I leave my running shoes in my car one too many times? Today I was seriously jonesing for some pho, so I had to bite the bullet and eat alone. I need a new pho buddy, can I get any volunteers?

Who would have thought

Your Kissing Purity Score: 3% Pure

For you, it's all kiss and no talk. You're in a permanent lip lock.

Kissing Purity Test

You're an Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Yesterday

When things go wrong, they really go wrong. I can't really post what went wrong and the reason I am needing to vent, damn NDA will be the death of me yet. But let's just say yesterday was a sh*t storm for me. As I am getting ready to leave the office, a friend of mine (Angry Mexican, not a hash name but a great nick name) wants to go grab a drink. So we decide to meet at the bar around the corner. As I am walking to my car I run into Ring Around the Panty and talk him into coming. This should be innocent enough, a couple of drinks after work, it's only 6. A couple of drinks turns into 3 beers at this bar and two shots of Jager. At this point we decide to go to a Wing place to get some food, well they want food, I just want to stare at the cute bartender and possibly play some trivia. This place has 32 oz. beers, so I have a Bass, that fool Ring Around the Panty orders a Guiness. It is going to take him all night to finish that thing. So we finish dinner and he is only half way through his Guiness, so another Bass for me. On the way to drop Angry Mexican off, he suggests we stop at one last bar, by this point I don't really care. We stop in, don't know how many drinks we had, could have been 1 could have been 30.

When I finally get home, I feel that I need to see the hasher who shall remain nameless, not because I had been drinking, but after the crap I went through at work, I just needed some comforting. She couldn't come over because she had already made a decision about coming over and she was going to stick to it. I closed out last night by being angry. I cannot blame the hasher who shall remain nameless, so I am no longer angry.

It is funny how people take a bad day and they make it worse, I completely accept what happened after work as being caused by my actions and decisions.

Best Overall Kisser

Last night I saw the hasher who shall remain nameless, we had made plans to go out for Tepanyaki, since she had never been. I won't recount much of the evening, but what I will say is that she is always a fantastic kisser. Even the worst kiss out performs most of the women I have dated. Her kisses are always extra special. Each time we say we are going to stop seeing each other, one of the first things I think of is how I am going to live without those perfect kisses, because that is what they are, all of them. I told her early on that I hope to never take her for granted, I don't think I have at this point. I know I haven't when it comes to kisses, each time it seems magical to me. Just had to mention that, since it has been on my mind all morning.

Last Night

Yesterday, I cut out of work around 4, to go hit up the HH. Traffic was bad (Capitol Metro decides to go on strike as we are receiving evacuees from the Gulf Coast.... BASTARDS). Trip took me about 30 minutes what would have normally been 15. The HH was staffed by some of the usuals, Brownie, Squeef, Slutslinger, Just Jessie and some out of towners, Bad Ass Tongue Tricks (Pikes Peak H3), Penile Probe (Hill Country), and some non-hasher from New York visiting Brownie. A quick side note, this girl is a Doctor, she is hot, she is funny, what the f*ck is she doing with Brownie! After a few pitchers and everyone shoots down my idea of going to hash the storm on the Gulf Coast, we head off to Brownie's and Father Syphilis' house, everyone except Squeef. There we are joined by Father and Louis and Cock. I once again try to convince everyone to skip ACL and go hash the storm with me, this time I almost have Slut convinced (since it is his dream to do the Typhoon Hash in Hong Kong). After a few beers, I decide I am not going to convince anyone, that and about half the group left to go see The Scabs, so I take off. On my way to my car, I see the hasher who shall remain nameless had called. I give her a ring and she wants me to come by, my first booty call. I cannot believe I have made it this long without ever being a booty call. We do our thing and then she is like I have to leave, I thought that was kind of rude (not knowing booty call protocol and all), I left and drove home quite irritated, mostly because I was sleep but also because I wanted to do it again.

This morning I wake up and email her to see if she wants to do our usualy Greek Lunch Friday, surprisingly enough she accepted. Lunch went well, we basically chit-chatted, turns out we both had similiar dreams this morning, well about a charachter in a series of books we both read. About 10 minutes before I have to leave for the office, I make the conversation a little more serious, of course the subject being why I was kicked out last night. She basically confirmed I was a booty call (which surprisingly as a guy, I am OKAY with!!!) At this point she starts to relax and we discuss going to go get Japanese food next week, trying to further her cuisine education.

I am still a little confused, but what else is new. But it is a welcome confusion because I prefer us to talk than to not talk. And when it comes down to it, she was always my friend first and the girl I was dating second.

This Weekend

On to something more cheerful, this weekend. As usual, the weekend will start early for me, an early hash happy hour at Crown and Wanker today. Tomorrow night, I know I have plans but do not remember with who or when. Guess I will find out when I get the calls saying where the hell are you. Saturday again I know I have plans, but I don't know who and when, but hey that's the norm. I think it may have something to do with Chile Cold Blood, but doubtful being ACL weekend. Sunday is the hash, will be a live lay, starting at the park across the street from my place, an area I run pretty much on a daily basis, foolish hares. Even better yet, the hares said it will end at a pool, could that mean Limestone cOW!boys place, most likely. I will pretty much make sure Brownie, Father Siph and all the other FRB's know the most likely route. Nothing like a hare getting pantsed. On-On to the weekend!

Break-ups

So the break-up is final, the hasher who shall remain nameless and I are no longer seeing each other. I know, about every other week I make that statement, but this time it seems final. Am I bitter, angry, upset? Survey says, YES. With all the previous break-ups, I didn't do my usual going out, getting divinely hammered and picking up a girl, because I felt that we would get back together. This time, I dunno, my instincts tell me I should but part of me knows that it will all be useless because of the feelings I have for her. So what will I do? Guess I will whine here and try to make the best of it. Feeling right now, horribly sad with a little tinge of anger. Today is going to suck, I have 6 more hours in the NOC, which means I have 6 hours of no one really bugging me therefore I will beat up on myself for the entire time.

Added 20 minutes later: About every five minutes I receive an email, the way she and I normally communicate during the day. Each time I hear that chime it breaks my heart a little, each time I open it and see there is not an email from her, I hurt a little more.

GOD, when did I become such a whiner?

Best Kiss

Yesterday, I was contemplating who the best kisser I have ever kissed. The best overall consistently good kisser would be the hasher who shall remain nameless. But best overall single one great kiss that up to this point would be Arianne. It was a Spring day, my Junior year in High School, I gave her a ride home, which was our normal routine. Neither of us had anything to do, so we went for a walk in the park across the street from her house. I don't remember how we led up to the kiss, I wish I did, then maybe I could have reproduced it and gotten more of those magical kisses from her. The whole incident is a blur, I just remember her mouth being warm and inviting. After the kiss, I walked her home, I think we held hands, I am not for sure. When I was driving home, I felt drunk, to think that I was actually intoxicated by a kiss. The day must have been a Friday, because we made it past the 48 hour friendship kiss period, by the next time I saw her the was a sense of uncomfortableness and the moment was never recaptured.
I later found out in College she had a crush on me our entire Junior year and that is why she didn't date anyone that year. Up till then I had thought it odd that one of the most desired girls in my home town wasn't dating.
The biggest heart break concerning that kiss came while I was a Senior in College. One of my friends from home called and said he was going to be in town with his new girlfriend. Turned out his new girlfriend was her. This made me insanely jealous, she didn't stray from my mind for quite a while. Also my friend is the obnoxious guy who talks about his sex life, a conversation under normal circumstances I didn't really enjoy, but in this case, I loathed it.
After graduation I took a year off to travel, January I left for Europe with her and that kiss still on my mind. By May I was broke, so I headed home and worked as a reporter for the summer. After a while, I found out that my friend and the girl had broken up. So I decided to lay it all down, I tracked her down and called her. I admitted to her that was the best kiss I ever had, I also admitted to having a crush on her but was always to nervous to risk our friendship to do anything and the last thing I admitted was the fact that every girl I dated my Junior year, the breakup was usually over my friendship with her. By this time it was way too late.
We stayed in touch over that Summer, I told her I would call her when I came back from Europe. I left in September, returned in early January. I never called, I just left for Grad school and put her out of my memory, that is until yesterday. Funny how break-ups make you think of lost loves.

How did I survive

How did I survive this weekend? The Full Moon hash was great, it was longer than most Full Moon runs, which is always a plus with me. The On-On-On was at Death By Dildo’s and Tuckit Up The Butt’s house. I was in rare form, was drunk by 10:30 and getting a tattoo by 11:00. This makes my third tattoo, I got an On-On foot on my ankle. Team DOTA were the last ones awake, which pretty much means Bonesucker and I were tormenting all the people passed out. There are some great pics involving my ass and Hermaphrodites on Unicycles face. I woke up hearing some Hill Coutry Hashers saying the phrase tea bag, so of course I got up before they could do anything to me. I was still pretty drunk and not wanting to risk a hangover, I start drinking. After having a beer, i decided that I needed my bed, so I took off for home. On the way home, I did a little drunk dialing. The hasher who shall remain nameless was there all night and we said maybe two words to each other, which really irritated me. When I spoke to her, I told her too never call or email me again, as usual I kind of leaped without looking. After a three hour nap, I wake up and decide that breaking up was not the right thing to do, so i called her and apologized, by this time it was too late, c’est la vie.
I needed to deliver a picture to IP Freely, it was the original shirt design for Crotch Rot’s birthday shirt, drawn by Lost N Mound. As usual when something involving Crotch Rot, IP got a little choked up. Since he was a little choked up, we decided to have a beer, one beer turned into three. By this time I was working on a great buzz, Alisa, Free Meat's sister, said I would be okay to drive to the hash but there would be no way I would be able t drive back from the hash. So it was time to find someone to cart my drunk ass around. I tried calling Ring Around the Panty, no answer. I pretty much could rule out the hasher who shall remain nameless, so the next target Brownie. Brownie agrees to pick me up and he even paid my hash cash, we were running late so no time to stop by the ATM. We get to the start and there were already about 50 people milling about and drinking beer. I don’t remember much of the trail, but by the time we made it to the second beer check, I was tired of climbing hills and I knew we had one hill to go. At this point I decide to auto-wank, I catch a ride with Head Banger. We decided to not go directly to the end, but instead go searching for Sparks (energy beer). The third store we visited carried Sparks, yeah beer. During circle, I had way too many down-downs. The only ones I can really remember are hashavarsary, auto-wanking and drinking for the fact that all Apple employees auto-wanked this trail. Other than that the rest of the night is a blur. I do remember being somewhat obnoxious, which was confirmed by Free Meat today at lunch. Somewhere around mid-night I catch a ride home to the safety and security of my bed. I am so glad i did not have to work today.

Hash Shoes

Today, immediately after work, I am heading to the Full Moon hash. I don't have time to stop and get my hash gear, so I had to bring it with me. A few minutes ago, I left for lunch and my car really stinks. My hash shoes combined with the Texas sun has turned my clean car into something not quite so pleasant. At least I won't have to face the stench alone, Ring around the Panty does not want to drive to South Austin, so he is meeting me at the office and we are riding down together. Poor ring around the Panty, but then again, he has so much crap in his SUV, he might not even notice the smell. Me on the other hand, sure I was named after a day I didn't smell to fresh, but i am overly sensitive to bad smells. This will be an interesting drive.

Another Hash Weekend

Another weekend devoted almost entirely to hashing. Last night I stopped by Death By Dildo's and Tuck It Up the Butt's house. They are organizing (Massive) Slutslingers birthday camp-out. Some how I became the entertainment. Geez the last time I was the entertainment was at the Austin 20th Analvarsary camp-out, when I puked on stage after holding the Tour De Chug shirt for 2.5 hours (good times). Well there's no stage this time, but I am playing DJ (and I will win back the Tour De Chug, after giving it up the last day of the last camp-out without even drinking a beer ... wuss). Once I got there, Tuck It pulled out his new songbook, he is taking his pursuit of RA rather serious. After a few beers, he and I are reading through are respective songbooks and singing a few songs. Turns out he is rather nervous having to RA the Full Moon tonight. I tell him not to worry, just don't get too drunk to RA (boy have I learned my lesson with that) also be glad the Full Moon does not have a Flask of Doom, unlike the Darkside which is full of that lovely substance called jager, no wonder I am always too drunk to RA the Darkside. I encourage him by telling him if he gets stuck and needs a song, point to Smut Mutt, El Smeets or myself, we will all be willing to chime in and help out with a song. The On-On-On will be at their house tonight, which is minutes from my place. So I can get royally hammered tonight if I wish, most likely I won't because tomorrows trail will be tough, that and the hasher who shall remain nameless said she will crash at my place if no one else does. Like I want some visitors crashing at my place, last time that happened it was skinny dipping at 3 a.m. and naked sauna at 3:30 a.m. Tonight's hash should be a fun hash, the Full Moon is my favorite hash next to the Darkside (hey I founded it, I have to remain loyal), that and the members of the Full Moon have been very supportive of the Darkside.
Tomorrow is my one year hashavarsary. It is hard to believe that one year ago I was a virgin. What is odd, is that most of my friends had been hashers for quite a while and they thought I was too conservative so they never told me about it. Then one night I was introduced to Wendy (Have a Nice Bitch), she's pretty cute so we were sitting there talking and she tells me where my friends go on Sundays. She tells me they are drinkers with a running problem. Let's see you have running (love it) and you have drinking (really love it) I was sold, I was totally in. The first Sunday seemed like a relatively safe one, it is being hared by someone I know (The Body's 68th birthday can't be that tough, it was). I show up bringing 3 other virgins, some friends visiting from Bangalore. When I get there, I know about a third of the pack, which is totally cool. Everyone's having a beer, I didn't, wanted to see how everything was before I started drinking. The pack took off and the next thing I know we are trudging up and down hills on some rather precarious trails. After about 4 miles we reach the first beer check, everyone indulges in a brew, I have water (lots of it). Off we go after trudging through hills for another two miles, we reach a creek and go through it for about a quarter of a mile, the water is cool so no one complains. We finally reach the second beer check. Everyone has a beer, again I have water. At this point I become very silent (a trend that I follow for the rest of the hash). After the second beer check we take off and head for the end, The Body's house. As Free Meat and I walk up the hill to the Body's house, we are passed by the majority of the pack, they are driving up to the house. We get several offers to catch a ride, we decline them all. We make it to the end and indulge in some beer and sushi (have to love having a co-hare who is a sushi chef). Then we circle, I drink for being a virgin, for private partying (I wasn't but it was happening near me), and for sitting during circle. But I didn't drink for auto-wanking (which almost the entire pack did since they decided to drive up the last hill to the house). I was almost entirely quiet during the Circle and the On-On-On, everyone thought I would never return. I was just taking everything in, plus I am a quiet person by nature. What they didn't know is that I had found a home and a family, I loved hashing. The next week I showed up alone, hardly any of my friends showed. People were surprised to see me. the next week the same. I hashed 12 weeks straight before I wanked and the only reason I did was because everyone said I was becoming an over-achiever. I am glad I learned about wanking, hung out with some of my best friends and the best thing was it was those last few weeks before Crotch Rot found out he was sick, it was some of the best times I had with him. I also wanked for a golf tournament (didn't play in it, Free Meat and I drove around the entire day drinking beer and taking pictures of the golfers), I wanked twice while out of town on hash camp-outs and the final wanking was July 4th. Team Drunkest Of Them All (DOTA) took our show on the road. Slutslinger and I decided to boycott the 4th of July hash, since everyone thought we would get divinely hammered and one of us would ensure that we won DOTA. Instead of hashing, we went tubing with the hasher who shall remain nameless' family. So in the past year, I have wanked 6 times, been on 7 Full Moon hashes, been on a Bubba Hash, attended the freedom hash, attempted to be named 8 times, finally named on my 17th run, been to 2 camp-outs, founded a hash, became the RA for the smallest, drunkest hash in Austin, made plans to go to Chaing Mai. All in all, my first year of hashing has been a great one. Let's see how year two goes!
Tomorrows trail should be a blast, great trails, a lot of hills (will be feeling them on Monday), great food and potentially the best On-On-On of the year (after finishing the summer of The Club Med of Hashing that is saying a lot). One thing that does worry me is the warning on the hash web page, "Vertigo sufferers pls wank." Guess now is as good a time as any to try and conquer my fear of heights.
On-On
Day Old Fish

Chili Cold Blood

I am so disappointed, a bunch of us discussed going to see Chili Cold Blood tonight and I have yet to get a confirmation from anyone. The girl who shall remain nameless is visiting her parents tonight, Raf is a friggin cigarette (although he is most likely to show), JT is saving money for ACL, Robin and Slut are both out of town, True has been ill and have not heard from anyone on the hash list. We had such a blast last time we went to go see this band. This sucks! Guess I will go home and run for a couple of hours then watch some Chinese movies. What a Saturday night.

Survived the Holiday

This past holiday weekend was not quite like most holidayes for me. Had Pretty much a week long pre-lube to warm up for the weekend. I am not sure what I did last Monday, but I do know I was not home.
Tuesday I went out for drinks with Ring Around the Panties to prepare for my 100th beer at BB Rovers on Thursday.
Wedenesday, I met some friends for Trivia, three 32 oz. Bass's later I find myself driving toward I Pee Freely and Free Meat's house to hang with Free Meat and have a beer. Two beers later she announces that she has to go to the airport to pick up I Pee, she wanted to know if I wanted to go. Well she offered a roadie, so I had to say yes.
Thursday, meet BlASStZone, Great Dane Pain, Free Meat, Just Jana, Ring around the Panties and a slew of Dorks for a beer at BB Rovers. So I order my 100th beer, a Lonestar (to Crotch Rot you will be missed). I then had my 101st for free, Chimay Grand Reserve, 11% alc and the bottle is about the size of a bottle of wine. From this I move on to Blue Moon Pale, when I took my first drink my response was, "Oh SHIT, I cannot taste it!" My taste buds had been killed by the Chimay. At this point, I think it would be a perfect time to go home, but someone had the idea of meeting at Chuy's for dinner. When I arrive, everyone had already ordered Mexican Martinis, at this point I knew I was screwed.
Needless to say Friday was not a very pleasant day at work. Friday night a friend of mine calls and says to stop by after work, I immediately answer with a yes since his wife is an awesome cook. When I arrive there is only food he has cooked and Beast Light, I grudgling take the Beast Light, and thoroughly enjoyed the Rice and Beans. After a couple of beers I receive a call from Free Meat, she wants to meet for a beer. One beer shouldn't hurt, so my friend and I meet her at Graffiti's. One beer turns into several, then as we are about to leave, Free Meat notices it is time for I Pee to get off of work, so we wait for him and have a few more beers.
Saturday, meet Ring Around the Panties and his girlfriend to watch the UT game. Could really care less if UT won or lost, but hey my team won that day. So Ring is all ready to party, I hadn't even ordered my first beer when he orders a round of Jager, a few shots later game is over, I am severely buzzed. At this point we decide to hit a party and then head downtown, for this excursion we only need 1 car, so we drop mine off at my office. We all ride over to some co-workers apartment have a few drinks and then notice that Ring's girlfriend has taken off with his car. Will refrain speaking about how this made me feel. So with no ride, Ring and I are stuck at the party over night, because everyone there is way too drunk to drive.
The next morning we are given a ride to the office, only good point of partying with co-workers. Ring's girlfriend is still missing, I refuse to drive him home, I know it was petty, but I seriously wanted to be in my bed asleep. I give Ring the couch and I head to bed. Somewhere around 11:30 I receive a call from his chic and she says she is coming to pick him up, about damn time. I tell Ring to go wait for her and I head back to sleep.
I wake up around 2:30, instantly realizing the hash starts in 30 minutes. I take a quick shower and pack my hash bag. As I am packing the hasher I am dating, who shall remain nameless here, calls wanting directions to the start, since my place is on the way, I tell her to stop and pick me up. During the hash I decide to take it easy on the drinking because the last few days have had way too much drinking. Well the hash went well, very little drinking, then the only ride I can find was going to the On-On-On, well it is at one of my favorite places and I am a little hungry. Stupid me I forget it is $2 shot night.
Next thing I know, it is Monday morning and I have 3 hung over hashers from other towns asleep in my living room. At 9 am my phone starts ringing, turns out I am co-hare for todays Darkside Hash, great. At this point I cannot afford a hangover and start drinking. Make it to the location of the Darkside at 11 am, keg was just tapped perfect timing. We decided to do the Darkside a littlle different this month, we decided to make it a day hash so it could coincide with Ring's Labor Day party. The drinking starts, a few hashers come and go. About 4 we lay trail, a real ball buster, around the block. I could barely walk at this point, so it seemed long to me. But hey I did throw in a tunnel small enough to crawl through and someone was stupid enough to do it and also a Jager check. Back to the party, time to circle up, I was definitely in no shape to RA, thank goodness Tuck It Up the Butt and Death By Dildo volunteered. Somewhere halfway through circle a flour war erupted, I am still picking flour off of me, damn flour when it mixes with water.
Around 6 pm I catch a ride home, where I immediately pass out, around 8 the hasher who shall remain nameless called and wanted me to come over. We had many different conversations concerning this and the fact that I should not be driving. Somewhere around 10, after a nap and a second shower (stupid flour), I take off for her place, where upon I finally got a good night sleep and woke up without the slightest bit of a hangover.
This week was hell, one big drunken party. Last night, I declined a few invites to go out. I went home and vegged, plus paid bills (for some reason I am almost two weeks behind on paying a lot of stuff). Tonight, I veg again, will fix my clothes dryer, will wash my sheets (stupid chunks of flour), and later on head over to she who shall remain nameless. I cannot party like this anymore. This is my last time. Seriously!
Who am I kidding, when's the next holiday. I have to prepare for Chaing Mai and I definitely plan to party non-stop for three weeks there. On-On to World Interhash 2006

Helplessness

Once again, I am sitting here glued to CNN, much like I did with 9/11 and the Tsunami. Once again, I am feeling a need to help out, but how exactly do I do it. With 9/11 I went directly to the Red Cross and donated blood, with the Tsunami I went and spent time with Thai friends until they heard from their friends and families. With this crisis, I am not sure what to do, they are not calling for blood donors, I don't know anyone who lives in the affected areas, nor do I know of anyone whose friends or families has been affected. So here I am, sitting in front of CNN, bitching about it with my friends and co-workers, what can I do, bitching isn't enough. Well the obvious choice is open up my home, since I am in Texas, I can't offer much space, but at least I can offer it. I am completely uncomfortable letting a stranger in my home, so I am somewhat screwed about a way to help. On the hash list somewhat posted the New Orleans Hash website, it is listing the known hashers that have survived and their locations. This of course gives me the idea to open up my home and allow displaced hashers to come stay with me, at least they would be someone I know, because like me they are mutants who love running and drinking. I posted on the Austin Hash list my intentions, I also sent messages to other hash lists. I still don't feel like I have done enough, but at least it is a start. If anyone has any ideas on how we can help, please comment.

Tino's

I hate to say it, but food may be better than sex. Twice this week I have eaten at Tino's, a really good Greek place in NorthWest Austin. Twice this week I have driven back to work with a smile on my face. For those of you who know me, you're probably thinking Timmy doesn't smile. It's true, I was actually smiling the food is that good. I am saddened that Monday is Labor Day and Tino's will not be open. Guess I will just have to settle for sex on Monday.