Thursday, February 9
F3RVA
Always 70 and Sunny
F3RVA
Always 70 and Sunny

Browsing: Brunch Club

Lighthouse!Roger Roger!Hard hearted harbingers of Polly’s haggis! Beautiful!Bemused!Bellicose runners! Untrusting!Unknowing!Unstrect-ed? “He wants you back!” Whitesnake screams into the night airLike a fireman Ed going toA window that has no fireExcept his passion for the Brunch Club… I am cold!Running 4 miles is really hard!This cold (and poem), sucks.

We ran 3.7 miles and talked of fruit trees, knee pain and other nonsense. Why should you come to Brunch: Wiki says the term Brunch was coined in Britain in 1895 to describe a Sunday meal for “Saturday-night carousers”: “…brunch would make life brighter for Saturday-night carousers. It would promote human happiness in other ways as well. “Brunch is cheerful, sociable and inciting”, Beringer wrote. “It is talk-compelling. It puts you in a good temper, it makes you satisfied with yourself and your fellow beings, it sweeps away the worries and cobwebs of the week.” — William Grimes, “At Brunch, the…

Polly was in a weird mood and sang to me the entire 3 1/2 miles: We run togetherWe’re running down the streetAnd I just can’t get enoughAnd I just can’t get enoughEvery time I think of Brunch ClubI know we have to runAnd I just can’t get enoughAnd I just can’t get enough Must have been from the Depeche Mode cover band he saw Friday night. It also prepared us for Attilla at Gridiron: So we’re different colours and we’re different creedsAnd different people have different needsIt’s obvious Attilla hates us, though we’ve done nothing wrongEven though he knows us,…

3 showed up on cold and very windy morning. Forecasts promised cold, but wind was unexpected and in your face. Chum ran from GridIron AO to Starbucks and back by himself, making it about 4 miles. Polly and Q started at Starbucks, ran to GridIron AO, did GridIron. Q ran back to Starbucks by himself. Running back is way less fun.

BRUNCH! Club promoter Gay Liotta is back, and this time he’s… gone… crazy. This place has everything. Full moons, key fobs, pretending your car is secure, and the debut of DJ Whitespace. Located in the clogged heart of the Broad Street. This gang ridden coffee spot was the ceremony spot for Pigskins 1982 wedding. This place has everything. Peeps, ted talks, someone complaining about his shoes, Kain road, Kane from WWE and Senator Kaine, all holding hands. And be sure to hit the dance floor and do a jig with COVID’s hottest hyped up Polly Pocket dancers. Pax: Wait. What’s that?…