T-Claps to those of you who beat the fartsack the day after Halloween.
There were some grumblings, some giggles, and a chill in the air so let's mosey.
Of course, we're at the Flag.
Weedpickers, imperial walkers, 31 SSH, calf raises (I think....)
YHC wrote out the weinkie in advance of trick-or-treating and had a plan in place. However, when I saw a few pax including UGA, Walkie Talkie, and Sparkie, it sounded like HC's were contingent upon more of a treat as opposed to a Q with a few tricks up my sleeve.
So we did what all good windjammers do....modify as needed. Oh look...a merkin mile!
15 merkins at each stop for the mile out
15 rosalitas for the return mile.
We still have time for a Dora.
Sadly, I cannot remember any of these exercises. What I can tell you, however, is that I did not miss an opportunity to allow several piggies in a blanket to exit in a most excellent fashion. Several of said exits gravitated courtesy of an icy breeze to the general direction of our good friend and leader, Townie. He finally had enough and announced an early departure back to the Flag.
We all then made our way back to the Flag and were advised by said Site Q that we need to hurry things up because the proverbial turtle was ready to party.
We accelerated our way through name-o-rama, announcements, and prayer requests for Mr. Townie. He might have said goodbye but probably not due to his impending personal doomsday situation.
Fairly certain he made it because he came back today.
Love you all!