Sex On On In The City

"Jacksonville is gay, hey!"
Apparantely that is not a disrespectful statement out here. It's a
hash, go figure!
The fine folks who put me up in Augusta, GA were Pixel Dick, Spank my
Spud! and Dead Peter Beater, all grand folk!

Back to JaxH3... This marked the return of the Sex On On event as they
(the hash) have been banned from every hotel on the beach (where they
usually hold it), so they picked a place in the city this year.
Friday night's prelube trail was a quick bar-hopping jaunt that
culminated at a riverside bar that the hash rented out. Limp Dick
provided live music via acoustic guitar as everyone danced, chatted
and had a good time.
Saturday's trail was a 6+ miler with 2 beer stops and one hell of a
wonky eagle trail that put the few of us who did it on the rich
(extremely ghetto) part of town. It eventually met up with the turkey
leg all of a street away from the initial split.
There were Extra Credit stops along the way (bars you could go into to
buy your own beer) a few dozen tit and yak (package) checks, a
monorail ride (that everyone got on the wrong train for), and a train
track crossing that cut it a little close!
Outside of some iffy marking after the second beer stop, it was a long
and fun hash trail.
After a lively circle we gathered for the Hash Olympic games where we
competed in both teams and individually at events like mini bicycle
races, balloon toss, taco and banana eating (done in reverse) and
something to do with a hula hoop. I was fortunate to earn a bronze
(mini bar bottle of Jim Beam) in the group event with silver getting
Bacardi and gold getting Cuervo Gold.
After the olympics we all showered and changed into togas for the toga
pub crawl. Again we wound our way through the streets and across the
river bridges of downtown Jacksonville, culminating in our ending at
the same riverside bar we were at on Friday night. This time we had a
DJ and Pizza Hut pasta (amazingly good!) and more dancing and
drinking.
Jacksonville throws an amazing event. Really a blast! GM CHiPS and RA
Cooter Recruiter kept things moving clean and efficient. I met some
great hashers who've all offered to help me meet both Florida and
overseas hashers along the way. Even helped me put in perspective the
car wheel piss thing. It's all good now! Hash territory I suppose.
I'm in Cocoa Beach now, about to go have dinner with a girl who was in
my surf lesson class.
The bartender at my bar hashed a bit, going to try and get her back into it!
On-On!