It was cold morning so after dodging a bus on magazine st, we warmed up with twenty ones at the zoo, dips and LBCs. And we went on a leisurely mosey down to the river for some more twenty ones of mericans and real Freddie Mercury’s. The fearless Q bit the dust during some brad jumps and we ran out of time before the planned grand finale. We finished up with a hustle back to home plate. Pax were Seaman, King Kong, Mariah, Slick, Angie’s List, landing strip, medula, El wire, 86, po boy, Gabrielle, Chiquita, jingle Vader, Bart Man, Peppa, Saban, g-spot.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
