The pain in my body these last three weeks has been like the tide, constantly coming and going. Today the tide is high with my left hip hurting a lot. My bicycle is in the M6 for this trip over to Auburn but I am now putting my chances of riding, even the 20 mile route, at less than 50/50.
In addition to having a sweet hotel room close to the ride’s start, another reason I will make this trip is to pick up my ride packet which has yet to arrive in the mail.
Also Less Than 50/50 Chance Of Making It
I met up with my friend Hank last night at the newly-rebooted Lucky’s in the Emory area. This location now has a limited menu, and an equally limited alcohol selection. The food was good, I had a burger of course, but everything else regarding the place seemed a bit off.
Apparently last night was trivia night, with a form of bar trivia that was new to me. In this version the point-value of each question was predetermined. I also disliked the high number of multiple-choice questions asked, including this one:
“How many flavors of jelly beans at there?” Four possibly-plausible answers were supplied, and the “correct” answer was “50”. What? The announcer then went on to say “jelly bean, not jelly belly” as if that were a sufficient explanation.
Nearly 100% Chance
I have heard that this Sunday will mark Sanitary Not’s 500th Black Sheep Hash. Yowzers! My count is around 110 and holding steady since I stopped being a regular hasher after Hip Injury #1 six years ago.
As you may or may not know, Sanitary Not is ITP-Reader Randy’s mother, and the woman who convinced me that I would make a good candidate for hashing waaaaaay back in 1999 at a hash happy hour held at Gravity Pub (RIP) in East Atlanta.
If I am back from Auburn, in relatively good stead, and can find where the end of the hash is being held, I will drop by and pay my respects. Hell, sitting on the ice for a down-down may make my hip feel a lot better. ðŸ˜
Have a great weekend friends!