SKIN O' THE MOLE. . .
It was raining. Blocks were being unloaded. PAX were steeling themselves for blockees and other unplesantries of the Iron Pax Challenge. But three two men chose another path: one lined with rose petals and wind chimes, with aromatherapy candles and Enya playing softly in the background. So Omega, Stapler, Boar Hog, and Yosemite did the IPC in the damp and windy clime while Waffle House and YHC did yoga and core under the gentle, protective sanctuary of the pavilion. Boar Hog threatened to join the hippies (or is that hipsters?), but took a bullet and did the IPC so his dog Hurley (no relation) could do what Hurley does: run like the wind.
STUFF WE DONE. . .
IPC Week 2
OR. . .
Stretchy Stuff, Marys, Merkins
THEN. . .
Omega took us out with a prayer to a girl who is going through the same surgery as his daughter, plus reflection on the victims of the fires out west.
COFFEETERIA. . .
Someone pointed out that YHC came in the wrong way to the parking lot (OK, I did discover that there actually were "arrows" but they don't really look like arrows) and Boar Hog continued the theme by providing continuous color commentary on the traffic and parking at Starbucks. The usual conversational prey was pursued and captured with the usual vigor. Omega shared a strange story of strangers sharing a mask. YHC was mocked for his post IPC bath with Epsom Salts (which somehow morphed into rose petals, candles, and lavender bubble bath), but a grown man wallowing in his own filth (as Kramer categorized it) is fair game for the usual adolescent humor at any PAX gathering.
THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THAT HAPPENED. . .
"Jersey Boy"