There's no possible way I have enough time this week to write a creative
and interesting trash. I did give Gladdy my serious look when I was
shaking my head "no." Sunday of course was a football day..and maybe
some people underestimate what I mean by that. And this is the busiest
week of the year in the office for me.
So, it is what it is. It was a Saturday, it was cold, cloudy and
breesy. Some people really got into the theme of Big Lebowski. I was
impressed. The only thing from trail I remember is the BJ not marked
properly, then trying to zen back to the real trail, climbing down a
cliff with brambles right over Keebler Road. Then running up and down
hills, sweating and an annoying dog chasing me. I came "this" close to
executing a 4th and long play on his ass.
After about 45 minutes at the beer stop, the sweat had turned to ice and
as the hares were finally preparing to "away" I said to Gladdy,
"seriously, how much time do you need? We all know the start is right
over there." and he says to me in Gladdy-ese .."oh ya know shushtslt hhtahthekt
get em drunk ..thensjtl naskjkth cux I'm funnier when I'm drunk."
No translation needed...I knew exactly what to do. A couple
minutes after the hares left, I called out "ON OUT!" And we all went
the 300 yards to the on in.
Fuck it..let's go bowling.
So we did.
Ricky's Crab Shack
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