34 degrees, Full Snow Moon, clear skies, gorgeous
PAX: Saul, Room Service, Canadian Bacon, Ozark, Boji, Almost Famous, Griswold, FDIC, Punching Bag, Lemu, Arm Bra, Slick, Wait Timer, Big One, Speed Bump, Backseat, Little House
Well, it took three years but for the first time, I actually slept really well the night before my Q. In fact, I slept so well, I was confused when I woke up. Has this ever happened to you? Its like when you are in your 20s and you wake up without a hangover. What is this feeling? Its alien… I don’t like it. I don’t think I will ever do it again. I stumbled around my room grabbing clothes and getting ready, still trying to comprehend this full night of sleep.
I found myself dressed and ready and the clock said 5 AM. It was time to go to work. I made a pit stop on the way to the shovel flags to set up my weinkes. We were going to do the Thang on the Abraham Bridge this morning and there were going to be three stations. I slowly walked the quarter mile bridge. The morning was perfect. Little chilly but clear. And in the west sky was a full snow moon. It shone bright on the Trident and I was excited to share this morning with the PAX.
Once I strategically placed my sheets, I got in my car and headed to the shovel flags. Slowly the PAX started arriving. By 5:30, there were 18 of us. A great mix of young and old, hate and respect, good looking and even better looking. It was going to be a good morning.
I made it through the introduction and welcomed a few PAX who had never been to the Trident… what the fuck have they been doing…? Then we moseyed South to the parking lot behind Renaissance financial for a little Warm-a-rama.
SSH’s 15 IC
Big Ones 10 each
Tappy Taps 15 IC
Imperial Walkers 15 IC
Sun Gods 10 each
The Mumblechatter was lively during WAR. Maybe too lively. In fact, the only person counting reps was Griswold. Thanks Gris. You others guys can fuck off. Pay attention will ya…
After Warm-a-rama, we moseyed down to the bridge. Once we arrived we circled and up and counted off into three groups. It was time for that Thang!
THE THANG: The Bridge of Love:
We split into three groups and headed towards our stations.
Station One: Push Group 20 Count on each
Carolina Dry Docks
Heels to Heaven
The pace of the thang was perfect. Nothing too fast or intense. And the chatter was outstanding. My group talked about the Norovirus, kids braces, Canada, standup comedy and shitting your pants. I don’t want to go into details but the last topic may have come up because someone in our group may have actually shit their pants. The sound of this fart echoed in the morning air and it took many of us by shock. In fact, as I write this I cannot get the sound out of my head. It will haunt me for years to come and my god night of sleep the night before may have been my last.
At 6:03 Omaha was called. And the group moseyed back to the flags. We circled up and did a short Mary.
American Hammers- Rancid Style-18
Have I mentioned how I much I love the selfie name-a-rama tradition at the Trident? I love getting my hands on these guys!
F3 Gala- Feb 16th
Hate Pop Up this week…. HATE!
Always praying for Pit Stop’s wife Lindsay
My COT was inspired by a movie quote. And what a realization about how much my life has changed. I used to quote Swingers and the Big Lebowski and My Blue Heaven but not this morning. No, this morning the quote I heard came from Lyle, Lyle the Crocodile.
Javier Bardem’s character says at one point, “Nothing could be of less importance than what other people think.” Wow. That one hit me. I have spent the majority of my life worried about what other people think about me. Do they like me? Do they Love me? Do they think I’m good looking? Do they think I am funny? Its constant and it is exhausting.
This weekend Bodhi and I had kindergarten roundup. And as we were waiting for things to start we all gathered in the cafeteria. Bodhi took it upon himself to start dancing. He asked me to join him and I nervously looked around. But what will people think? What if they think I’m weird? At this point Bodhi was laying on the floor spinning around on a piece of cardboard that appeared out of nowhere. It was like a scene out of Breaking 2: Electric Boogaloo. It was then, I was reminded of the quote. Nothing could be less important than what other people think….
My body started moving. First popping and then locking. It was like a force had taken over my extremities. Bodhi and I continued to dance until they started the program. And it was a fucking blast!
What other people think doesn’t matter. If something brings you joy, makes you happy or makes the people you love happy and it doesn’t do any harm to anyone else…. DO IT! Do what makes you happy and don’t burden yourself with what others might think. For me, I have wasted too much time worrying about what others think, and starting today, Im done. Lets have some fun and do weird shit.
I love you guys.