Well, it was more of a fart-along with Moby farting to the tune of “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple.
The Pax arrived to the A1C in total darkness – with the usual parking lot lighting not in operating order. And with the almost new moon, it was just plain dark.
Luckily, eagle scout Jose10K just happened to have a lantern in his car, so with that, we circled around the light, whipped out the trusty deck-of doom and we were off.
So, warm up (as if we needed to be warmer), then hit the deck with a round-robin, each Pax assigned to a suit, and their choice of exercise.
BBQ led us out with prayer.
