7 hard-chargers sallied out in the gloom for the early bird (with Monday Morning Quarterbacking) workout known as Berean. It wasn’t just ‘gloom’, it was perfect gloom per Canuck’s dictionary of perfect gloom… 42 degrees Farenheit with a clear sky and one day shy of a full moon.
Crocs ambled onto the scene in his typically-dashing attire, which only added to the perfectness of the gloom, as did the arrival of Toxic, who had set YHC’s heart aflutter with a much-coveted “like” on the preblast.
Chilly Willy and Shake rounded at the launch, with Hippie arriving HOT in the nick of time in his Ford Danger.
Down the hill and across Slick Bridge we travelled, intent upon a Lenten “heaven n hell” offering.
In the course of the proceedings, we smelled what we thought was a skunk, but HPD’s finest came in hot behind the theater so we wondered if someone was having a 0530 hit of the Devil’s Lettuce? WHY WAS Hippie late now that we think about it?? I think his quote was, “Just act natural fellas. Nothing to see here.” or something along those lines.
As the morning wore on, many, if not all, of the pax wailed and gnashed their teeth about muddy rocks. At some point Crocs was labeled as ‘dainty’. All hands enjoyed some mobility moment. YHC fooled Canuck on the final round. Canuck and Shake were mutineers on the steps lap.
We finished the THANG and adjourned to coffee and MMQ, where we had some good discussion about this, that, and even the other. Big announcement forthcoming from Hippie. Gotta show to know. Roadie also joined for some good Bux banter.
All in all, it was a fine way to start the week. Make it a great one fellas.
Aye and BLEAT.
gg sends.