Hash Trash Sat Nov 14

Just when you thought you could escape the hash trash for the last hash, NFN Scott pulled through and sent this:

I don't do well with names, but Tinkle Tinkle, NFN Pete I remember. There was a young couple on their second hash, and one other hashette that I can't remember the name of. No stuffed monkey. No Carlos (BIG F*ing surprise there!)

Wasn't expecting a turnout, and had been out of the country up until the night before, so there was no 'pre laid trail'. It got laid as the night went on, like college. Had to carry the first beer stop and ditch it somewhere to build in some time to avoid being caught (like in college...). More experienced hashers would have taken advantage of the humiliation potential. A lucky hare I was. Write like Yoda I do.

That seemingly picturesque beach near Old San Juan is slighly seedier up close. In fact, it's sketchy as hell. Makes the shadiest hasher look like a choir lead. Perfect. Beer check, some scary false trails, then run across the capitol building.

The first bar was closed, so the trail become convoluted and shittier. Amazinly, the pack found the bar, and a angry pack of hashers it was. Beer cooled 'em down. Sang a few songs. There was a vetoed attempt to name Pete. Something to do with his age, or lack thereof. Youngun's overdue.

NFN Scott