Have a hottie naughty Christmas! It's the breast time of the year!

Last weekend on July 20th was the Christmas in July Hash hosted by the Black Rock Pub.  It was also my despedida!  That was sad.  But it was a great day!

Sir Sump Pump thought that if he put a light-up dog collar on me it would keep me in line.

"You will be a beacon of light and hope for all dogs in Santiago."

But he was wrong.

You there!  I demand that you shake it like a Polaroid picture!

The pre-run circle was normal (by Hash standards)...

"Ok gang.  How do we feel about Roberto?"

"We like him!"

Then the run!  Hares Octopussy, Quarter Bouncer and French Polisher led the group on a trail north of the Mapocho and...through the sculpture park. 

wait...oh no...oh SWEET JESUS

THEY'RE ESCAPING

The trail brought us to a beer stop (yay!), which was actually a delicious-holiday-jello-shot stop.

The phrase "never accept candy from strangers" comes to mind. 

In exchange for taking our picture, we gave a group of underage kids extra jello shots.  Then we were all like, "hell yeah tell your friends. We're better then hobos that will go into the liquor store for you."

Sir Sump Pump forgets that Superman isn't Canadian.  Bruce and Bi-Weekly Deposit forget they are not Power Rangers.  And Roberto forgets he is not MC Hammer.

Then...off we went again.

The jello shots haven't worn off yet. 

I feel like the jello shots are irrelevant in this photo. 

Back at the Black Rock, we started up the circle.  I was forced to sit in the middle and take a down-down with everyone.  (awesome)

"ah well if you twist my arm..."

There were prizes for the most creative Christmas outfit and ugliest sweater.

KY Not: "Actually, moonlighting at a Cafe con Piernas is great!"
Come Swim With Me: "Yeah!  Wanna see some of our moves?"

Hand-stitched holiday sweater trivia game.  No sarcasm here - that was cool. 

There was also a secret Santa. 

"Ok everybody, let's make a line to sit on my lap.  Otherwise it's too disorganized."
"Uh Sir Sump Pump?  that's not how a Secret Santa works..."

And of course, gratuitous drinking.  

Slap this man's face on an Escudo billboard, he looks so damn happy

knees bent, heels down, back straight...good form!

My taste buds are having an awakening.

Finally I, Easy As 123, am proud to say that I was welcomed into The Order of the Purple Pukus.  My...ahem...less than dignified inauguration is captured in this next series of photos. 

I have brought shame to my family.

After the circle, we had a DELICIOUS Christmas dinner, completely with turkey, ceviche, all the sides and toppings and wine and holy crap I am salivating just thinking about it.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I don't know what's happening here because by this point I was wasted.

I didn't go to Flannery's because I went home because I was wasted.

All in all it was a wonderful Hash.  A big thanks to the Black Rock for hosting us and putting on such a delicious meal, and to French Polisher and Co. for organizing the events.  

A special good bye note to all of you Hashers: 

You are some of the coolest people I've ever met.  Stay weird, stay in touch, and ON ON ♥

-Easy As 123