FUN FUN FUN

After trail on Sunday, I was pretty wiped out so I skipped the On-On-On and went to .... you guessed it Chon Som. I pretty much needed some soup and their Tom Kha is the best ever! I didn't stay till close like I normally do, but while I was hanging out there I received a wonderful comment from one of the servers who was off duty at the time. This 17 year old girl said that there was no way I could be over 25, hearing stuff like that makes me feel great. I feel that I still look young, but to actually hear it is nice.

Yesterday, I had a doctors appointment, so I took a vacation day from work, I had every intention of going in for a few hours (seriously). While having lunch with C'em Cummin, Bitch, James Bitch and (Massive) Slut Slinger I some how get talked into skipping work and going to see Beerfest. Unfortunately that never panned out, Slut went back to work. C'em had an errand pop up and Bitch was called into a meeting. So I fell into some nap time (seriously needed it).

When I woke up, I discover the Fed Ex guy had come by and left a package, check from etrade for fun in Colorado. When I arrived at the bank, the teller informs me the check will be on hold till the 6th. What kind of BS is that? So off to a check cashing place, a loss of $30 and then back to the bank with a cash deposit.

The plan was to go see Beerfest last night, but Strap-On Elvis invited Bitch, Slut and myself to some party Budweiser was throwing for the service industry, who can pass up free drinks Sorry to bail at the last minute @ss Gagger. Of course I cannot drink much since I had to have blood work done the following morning, being the brilliant hasher that I am, I come up with the idea to have my blood work done right before I go to the airport on Wednesday. This idea though, does not get me out of being designated driver. Elvis and Slut had done this for me countless times, so time for me to catch up. We had a pretty good time. Afterwards we head over to Pluckers to harass the staff there. While there, the manager recognized me from when I lived in central (I use to harass him on a weekly basis back then).

This morning woke up on Slut's couch with enough time to go home shower and make it to work right on time. I am not for sure how much time I will put in today, really exhausted and need to double check everything I packed.

Here's to drinking at high altitudes after having massive amount of blood drawn.
On-On to Colorado Invihash

Last Night

After work I headed over to Chon Som, I had to go help clean up the music on the iPod, plus I really wanted some soup. When I arrived, I see hashers everywhere it was like some giant On-In, except everyone was dressed for dinner. It was really great bouncing from table to table, having drinks with a few people I had not seen in a while, all in all a great time.
I really believe everyone who attended last night were thoroughly impressed. Over on Squeefs blog he wrote a nice little review of last night.
As the night drew on, the hashers broke up into two groups, some headed to Grafitti's and the other group headed to Tuck It's and DBD's house. I of course stayed at Chon Som because I had to work on the iPod after they closed, plus I had to be in the office today at 9:30, so I wanted to make it an early night. Of course, as usual, my plans went awry. After cleaning up 3 gigs of crap on the iPod and finally coming up with a decent playlist that sets the mood they want to provide, I ended up staying and drinking with the Asians till 4:30. It has been way too long since we pulled a late night drinking session, wait I was there till 2:30 on Thursday, wait, we all went out drinking and closed down the bars on Wednesday. Well anyhoo, quality time with the Asians is always great. I have really missed hanging out with them over the past few months. Well back to work, if you can call it that.
On-On

love fark!

So as usual, surfing fark while at work. They have a pic you are supposed to photoshop. Well some hasher obviously found it before I did.

Thursday

So on Thursday I did the normal routine, drinks at Rovers. While at Rovers, found out it was Kastelic's birthday, just seems like a few months ago we had been talking about going to Mexico for his birthday, guess it has been a year. I think we ended up throwing him a future party last year (I think going to Mexico with a dead hooker in the trunk would have been a lot more fun). After Rover's, we all headed over to Andiamo, to treat the birthday boy to dinner. Normally this is one of my favorite places to eat, but last night it was just off. I won't go into too great of detail, but I was very disappointed. After dinner, headed over to Chon Som to deliver an ipod, once I arrived I found out I neded to load the ipod also. In true Asian fashion, ended up hanging out there till midnight. All-in-all yesterday, I drank quite a bit, 4 beers at Rover's, wine and a Peroni at Andiamo, and who knows how many Lone Stars at Chon Som. Of course when I get home, I was not quite sleepy so out comes the tequila, needless to say I had a hard time waking up this morning.

So, it's Friday, what does everyone have going on?

On-On to Friday Night

Tim

It is funny how easily it is to revert back to old bad habits. Trish and I break up and I go through a couple days of being weak, of whining, of basically being a puss. Yesterday while at work, I made a decision to be the guy a used to be. The guy I was before I came to Austin.

I gave Slut a call and had him meet me for a few drinks, at which time I announce my plan, to be the old me. I don't think I said it in that many words, but I had already planned to buy a can of snuff, which was a major part of the old me.

I dipped through jr high and high school. One of my golf pictures was removed from my high school year book because I was in mid swing, a beautiful swing I might add, but I had a huge amount of spit coming out of my mouth (and a beer can at my feet :) ).

Since I came to Austin, the only time I have dipped was when Todd was sick. Guess it was my way to cope, but even then it made me sick and I could only keep it in for a few minutes and I would end up puking. Last night I dipped for a couple of hours with no problem. Today, I am dipping with no problem. I never thought I would do this again.

When Justin died, I had no problem with Trish starting to smoke again, I understood. Sure I wanted her to quit after a while, and I even pushed her to, but she was not ready. Now I see, I am weaker than she is because I am reverting to a habit I have not had in four years.

Today, I want to play golf. I was totally through with golf, because I don't like the old me. That guy was prick, a snob. And here I am, turning back into that guy. Funny how defense mechanisms work. There is a lot of stuff I left behind when I moved here. Well the old Tim was tough. The old Tim, never took shit from anyone. The old Tim would belittle someone and when they were beaten mentally, would beat the crap out of them. Sunday, I felt the old Tim coming back, I wanted to take a swing at someone at hash. I have to keep that in check, I am sure it won't be as easy to get out of trouble in Austin as it was in Fort Worth.

So here I sit, watching a movie, snuff in my mouth. Oddly enough the movie is about someone reverting to their past (A History of Violence). I don't want to be the old me, I like being Timmy; but being Timmy means you let people in which gets you hurt. Tim means never letting anyone in. I have had some breakups since I have been in Austin; but I have never been this wounded. I could blame the Asians for this, they really taught me to be myself. They taught me to allow people to come in. I did that with Trish and I was comfortable with who I was with her. Maybe a few days of the old Tim will be good, it will get me through the initial pain of the break up. It will get me through calling her a million times a day. Last night I knew to give Raf my phone and my keys for safe keeping, so I would not call her in the middle of the night. By the way, I don't really blame the Asians, I am thankful for what they taught me. That is why they are family.

Part of being the old Tim is picking up girls and pretty much treating them like shit, I don't think I will do that. Last night I was glad I that I had deleted a lot of girls numbers out of my phone when I was with Trish. Sure there are some hashers numbers I have in my phone, but I respect the friendships we have made since we had stopped dating to have called them. Don't want to use my friends as booty calls.

Well at least the old Tim is better with work. I really rock at my job. But over the last two days, I have pushed the fact that my promotion which is on hold because of the freeze is really needed. Two days straight I asserted myself into that position. I am sure it will be noticed and I am sure when people get back from Cupertino I will be questioned about it. I have my reasons for doing it and will be able to defend my actions quite easily.

So again here I sit with a lot of decisions to make. I do know I want Trish back. I do know my being weak right now will not help with that. So hopefully I can find some middle ground between Tim and Timothy.

I do know I want to hash more than I have been. It really felt good running, it felt good to sing again. I had once threatened to quit the froot because they had scheduled me to work on a hashing day for two months. The combination of running, solving checks, singing songs and being completely relaxed with a group of people is heavily therapeutic. I have said many times that hashing keeps me sane and in a time when I am seeing both a psychologist and a psychiatrist, I could use a little sanity.

Well it is not quite 2:00 and I have finished all my errands and chores for the day, except for two. Those two are both phone calls so I will make them shortly. Then it is beer thirty.

I would like to say this, I have had the intentions of marrying five girls. Four of them, I really don't count. I did it mainly to shut them up. With Trish, I made a real commitment, talking to her family was something I would never have done with the others. I do love her, but I guess I have to deal with the fact that we most likely will never get back together, but one can hope.

Enough of this, not really whining just trying to get things straight in my head.

On-On to the Newcastle in my fridge.

Stupid Act?

Yesterday I announced to the rest of the Junta that I would be running for On-Sec again. How stupid of an act was this, another year of being on mis-management. Well it is not like I do much, write the hash trash, skip most of the meetings, when I do show up I am usually late. But alas we are not hosting an event next year like we did this year, so should be cake.

On-On to Erections
why the hell am I thinking about this already, not even close to November.

Ads from the 50's

I was checking out this web site, that has ads from the fifties. Some of these are pretty cool, and some are pretty scary. Ahh the fifties, back when America was wholesome.


Check out the grill.











Wonder what this kid grew up to be?














For all those hippie Austin Vegans.














A bunch of middle class white people drinking quarts of beer, hells yeah.













Notice all the Schlitz. And isn't that Puke Thief trying to score some?

Holy Crap!

So some of you know, I have a favorite homeless person, because his signs are the funniest. While surfing today, I came across this pic. Some of you will recognize the sign, damn. Not going to give the guy on Parmer and MOPAC money anymore.

Hola

So I may be feeling somewhat prolific today, so if I post too much my apologies. During lunch, I ran buy Chon Som, I feel really bad about not making it out there to help out, but I have had a lot of stuff going on; but still I feel like a bad son. The Asians and crew have done an awesome job on the place, I can barely recognize it anymore. Since the painting is finished, and I don't have to worry about the fumes affecting my affliction of constantly having migraines, I am going to make it out tomorrow. Of course I will only be able to stay a few hours, because going to go try and hit up sushi happy hour, maybe I will be able to swing back by afterwards.

I have had this song stuck in my head since going with Trish and Pornarotti to their family reunion. Some of you have received various lyrics from it as a text message, well now it is time to share all the lyrics with everyone. I like this song so much, it might replace Tubthumping as my ringtone. A Lap Dance is Always Better When the Stripper is Crying, by the Bloodhound Gang.

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
name was Russell.


Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'


Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
‘Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.


Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'


So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.


Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'


Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?


Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Colorado Invihash

Trish's classes start the week we are leaving for interhash, so I have a rego up for sale. I offered it to Pornarotti, but he wussed out, somthing about being in the Navy. Four letters, A.W.O.L. LOSER! So if anyone needs a rego, let me know. Also if you plan on flying out of Austin into Colorado Springs, I have an extra ticket. Oh yeah, I need a roommate now. @ss Gagger? Elvis you get your rego yet?

Now on to the topic of me missing the last two hashes, I know I have never skipped 2 Sunday Hashes in a row, but hey it had to be done (I am super sorry that I missed Vag's tamales, damn I am sorry, god, Vag can you make me some pretty please :P ). I was actually thinking of skipping a few more and being a 6 week wanker for the first time ever, but hey too many good trails coming up, so guess that is not going to happen. Plus I need my 100 run mug! Also, I have to see how Elvis is going to SNAFU the Elvis run (come on try your hand at a live lay again) and what @ss Gagger will do for her analvarsary trail. Guess I need to show up, so we can actually have a hash trash, although Ring Around the Panty did write something for last week, but he never posted it. WANKER!

Anyone intrested co-haring the October Full Moon with me, please send me an email. Since October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I had something extra special in mind. This will probably be the last trail I hare this year (right). Oh yeah, I want to do a live trail for the full moon also, but not for October.

Okay, I am done rambling, have not put anything hash related in this in quite a while, guess I will go do a down down during lunch. Well back to trying to look busy.

On-On to something or other