First, he promised no poison ivy. Next, he promised that short run, claiming to have heard complaints. Finally, he sent the pack of 18 runners away, so he could nip back home and retrieve the turkey and beef he'd been smoking since 2:00pm. Yowsa!
The pack zoomed away up the street, crossed the parkway to circle behind the pool, and took to the trails by the time (about 7:28pm) those clouds starting hurling rain and lightning upon the earth. The much smaller walking contingent had almost made it back under cover by then, as they chose to keep the walking really brief - up the street to Mufti's to return Mango and her houseguest, Oscar, to the safety and comfort of roof and walls. O.A. assured the only-slightly splattered walkers that the runners should be mostly under trees by now. Relieved of that almost overwhelming worry, the walkers then felt free to talk about beer.
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| They didn't walk far enough to work up a sweat, so you know all the dark patches are rain. |
The runners were all back by about 8:00pm, entirely cheerful and with about three miles, or a bit more, on the GPSes. Happy as they were with the run, they were ecstatic at the sight of the carvery station O.A. had improvised, with its array of sandwich fixins and himself at the board, knives in hand. The poor man thought he'd smoked enough meat for at least 30, and would be enjoying leftover beef for dinner for several days. Not so much: the hungry and appreciative hashers demolished pretty much every scrap of meat available. People who had the turkey thought it so good they should try just a slice or two of beef, and vice versa, and eventually everyone stopped pretending and just said, "I'll have another sandwich, thanks!" So O.A. moved on to slicing watermelon, and passed that around until the crowd was sated. Looks like it's leftover chips and lettuce this week, dude.
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| Thanks for the photo, Ronda! |
As the watermelon made the rounds, the Mufti began his roll call, alerting all to the presence of Just One More, who's been AWOL since sometime in the 90s. (Well, it feels like that long.) So tonight he showed up with a great contusion around the right eye, having wrestled a bicycle and lost earlier in the day. Offered ten bonus runs if he knew his current run count, JOM guessed 262, and got a Bronx cheer and 235. Katy, back after a respite of seven years, came thisclose to winning her bonus, but missed it by one, and hence moves forward to a respectable 14. Justin and Ronda both had easy guesses, at #1; Matty earned #2, and the Mufti hit one thousand, five hundred fifteen -- the double 15s!
Rough Cut is closing in on 900, and celebrated by heroing up for next week. That's right, we're off to Leesburg! The boss will understand if you need to duck out early. If you're interested in what we looked like this week, check here for photos.
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