G-Spot Red Dress

This past weekend was the G-Spot's 5th Annual Beer Mile & Red Dress Run in Greensboro NC. Hashers from all around, Atlanta, Trash, Charlotte, Virginia joined the G-spotters for this fun filled event.

Trail started on the roof of Davie Street Parking Garage. Silence of the Clams & Bulbous Boobus were our hares. Hashers showed up in their "best" red dress & attire. All of us except Shitty who decided to arrive as the Blue Fairy. I have to say that Stump Slayer (above) showed us all up and arrived in the BEST Red Dress I've ever seen. Trail took us through downtown Greensboro, where we shocked many of the locals. I'm sure a lot of other funny shit happened, but lots of beer = bad memory. Several beer breaks later (and a new keg) we returned to the parking garage to circle up.

Some lost property was returned. Some new property was gained Myself & Bumper were awarded with our 10th G-spot Tags. And again Myself & Ass Spelunker were given our new Wooden Trash Mugs.

After trail we ended up going to Warehouse 29 the local Gay Club (see previous message)

Upon returning back at Silence's Crib (after last call). PP, Whorenado, Ass Spelunker & Myself decided to stay up and play beer pong. Which quickly turned into Rum & Coke Pong, then Zima Pong, then BahamaMama Pong, then some kind of Cider Pong, then we were out of Alcohol and it was close to 5am so we hit the sack. On-On TO NEXT YEAR!

And my Dad said the hash was GAY?

I started hashing close to two years ago. I was living at home at the time, and always showed my Dad my hash photos (after I edited them of course). But he swears that all hashers are gay. I tried to explain that in the pictures I am showing him are from Red Dress Runs, Green Dress Runs, Halloween and other Costume-events. And the guys are dressing up just like the girls are dressing up, it doesn't make them gay. And anyway IF they are gay then even better they are leaving me the hell alone...

So anyway how am I supposed to convince him otherwise with pictures like this? All three of these guys are hashers (PW, Dunkin & Just NightTrain) and are straight (or so they say). After the G-spot Red Dress we decided to go to warehouse 29, a Gay Bar in Greensboro.

This night at W29 they had some exotic dancers tantalizing the crowd. PW decided he'd like to earn a couple of dollars so he jumped up on stage, later joined by Dunkin' & Night Train. After a few "tips" the three of these guys decided to have a bet, Who can get the most FREE drinks at the bar? I'm not sure who won but they were all doing their best, flirting, dancing, whatever...It was quite a show for the rest of us to watch. And by the way guys, I drank for free all night too (but I wasn't hitting on the gay guys, just mooching off the fellow hashers)

I went to my first Gay Bar with hashers (first one was in Savannah) and I must say I really enjoy Gay Clubs. First of all I could go in there with my boobs hanging out, my hair messed up, no make up, whatever NO ONE CARES, they're not looking at me anyways. And my second reason for loving the gay clubs, no lines for the ladies restroom. However there are other activities that go on in the restrooms hers. In Savannah Single Wide had to wait out side the bathroom while two guys were in there doing blow (not GETTING BLOWN, snorting blow). And at W29 I was in the stall while there were two people (I'm assuming 2 guys) getting it on next to me. So while I didn't have to wait in line, I did have to wonder what happened on the seat before I sat down.

As a side note Just Night Train was given a hash name on Sunday: I'm Gay If You're Buying

I'm All In

So I travelled to Greensboro this past weekend for their annual Beer Mile & Red Dress Run. For a pre-lube they hosted a Texas holdem tournament. I was iffy about playing, I normally only play online. But I decided since it was only $5 to join, I could swing it. So imagine my surprise when I made it to the final table. I had been talking to Silence all week, trying to make a side bet that I would be the first person out. (First out was Dunkin' BTW)

I managed to be the last BITCH standing YAY ME! And actually came in 4th place, just behind SCAF (3rd), Wet Dreams (2nd) and "Just Beck" (anyone remember his real name?).

I think there was something fishy going on though, Beck was one of our Dealers. We ended up only needing 3 dealers so Beck ended up playing with us.

The $5 got everyone 16,000 in chips, I will say it was easier playing knowing I only had $5 in the game. This could be the reason I made it as far as I did, I played some cards and made some bets I might not have done had it been REAL money in the pot.

AND THE COPS CAME AND ALMOST RAIDED OUR GAME! Damn Fuzz.

If everyone else jumped off a bridge, Would You?

PROBABLY!
Here is my QUIZ results

eXpressive: 4/10
Practical: 4/10
Physical: 3/10
Giver: 8/10 (god bless the givers)

You are a RSIG--Reserved Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a People-Pleaser.
I have always seen myself as a "people pleaser" I take into account other people's feelings before I do mine. Which isn't always a good thing. I am a middle child so I have always had to be the mediator between my older & younger sisters. It really sucks sometimes

Oh, RSIG! You are the most complicated and dynamic of any type. You are brilliant, tender, romantic and a joy to be with. You're the favorite of many of your friends. It's just not a party until you get there. You are bursting with feeling and sentiment and insight but you very rarely express it -- it's not how you want to present yourself to the world. Although you are always studying your non-romantic relationships -- you turn a blind eye to romantic relationships.
I would like to think some of this is true. Not sure about being Brilliant, Tender OR Romantic but whatever (it's a test and it's true right?) And I hope my friends pick ME as their favorite ;)

You're highly adaptable, and you conform to your circumstances (maybe you're a youngest child? NOPE MIDDLE). You would probably be content with almost anyone, and almost anyone would be blissfully happy to have you. But just because you're content doesn't mean you're happy. Don't settle!
Maybe this is why hashing came so easy to me. I love a party and can have a good time anywhere with anyone (well as long as there is alcohol involved).

You'd rather ignore your problems than rock the boat by creating conflict. Please understand that in the long run ignoring conflict will make you unhappy and your partner exhausted. Try picking a fight just to see how it goes. You'll find out that solving problems is so satisfying for you that it makes conflict worth it.
Again pretty true statement, I can get along with anyone as long as they can get along with me. I don't like conflict and will avoid it at all cost.

Your sex life could be fantastic if you could stop worrying about everything so much (did I wash my hands? How do I look? What do I need to do tomorrow?). You need a sweet, expressive lover who makes you feel at ease and never puts pressure on you. If you feel secure with your partner outside the bedroom, it will make all the difference.
What about thinking, does my butt look big? In this position can you see my "stomach roll"? Did I shave my legs? Did I shave my legs for this?

You cry at movies. A lot.
Not really, I might cry laughing my ass off, but sappy movies don't make me cry (nauseas maybe).

Of the 219437 people who have taken this quiz, 5.6 % are this type.

I now know what a baked potato feels like.

So yesterday I had my first massage. Not at all what I was expecting. What I was expecting, a pumped up Swedish guy named Sven, what I got an androgynous gal named Michelle. I know the reason for a massage is to relax, I was having a hard time relaxing. I tried to close my eyes and pretend it was Colin Ferrel rubbing me down, but I just couldn't do it. I am also very ticklish, so I had to tense up every time Michelle came near my ticklish zones.

Recommended by a friend, Single Wide & I opted for the Ginger Massage. When I walked into the room Michelle asked me if I were claustrophobic, I am, but told her NO. The treatment started out with a 30 minute rub down, again soothing, but I had a hard time relaxing. She then left the room and returned with a cooler, instructed me to stand by the table. With industrial strength rubber gloves reached into the cooler and pulled out a steaming cloth, and proceeded to unfold it on the table. I hate being hot, I hate sweating, this was not looking FUN. Then I was asked to lay on the steaming cloth. Reluctantly I climbed on (It was to late to turn back now). Then she wrapped this steaming cloth around me, followed by a layer of what looked like Tin Foil then several blankets. I was wrapped up like a burrito, unable to move, sweating like a pig. Can you say UNCOMFORTABLE?

Again Michelle left the room. At this time my nose started itching. How the hell can I scratch my nose my arms were wrapped under tinfoil I couldn't move them more than two inches. So I began flailing my head trying to get my nose somewhere near the cloth that was around my neck. I sure hope they don't have video cameras in these rooms, I looked like I was having an epileptic seizure. Michelle finally returned, my itch had left. She then massaged my shoulders & scalp (me still trying to envision Colin Ferrel). After about 30 minutes of being wrapped up like a hot pocket, the layers began coming off. This was the most incredible feeling, after being hot & sweaty under the tin foil, the cool air was exhilarating.

I rejoined Single Wide in the lounge awaiting our pedicures. We both discussed the feeling of being wrapped up. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't what we wanted. We were told this treatment was detoxifying, I was expecting to smell the scent of Yuengling & Yager Bombs when I was being unwrapped. Next time I will opt for a regular massage instead.