Poor turnout last night at PC. Barbie was busy waxing the Vette, COB
was out telling children that there's no Santa Clause, FF may have
disappeared again, and everybody else is getting married in Moab.

After dangling next to the sky wall for a while, BTB gave up and spent
the rest of the night bouldering. He must have been afraid of the
nemesis black 5.12. Lisa#1 added to her 5.7 collection, cleaning the
5.7+ next to the crack, and almost cleaning the new 5.7 next to the
slab. The protective glasses must have helped - she didn't hit her
head on any holds this time. Gumby (the climber formerly known as
Lynn#3) cleaned a new 5.6+ in the front corner, went on to get all of
the 5.7's in the place, then gave us a lesson in the finer points of
rope selection - "I like limp ropes." She tried pink project#2, but
wasn't tall enough. L#1 asked me to show her how to do the 5.6 in the
front, then disappeared. I think your new name night be MIA - missing
in action. After warming up on pp#2, I started working on the new
nemesis 5.10 black next to the sky wall (thanks COB) which kicked my
ass, twice. I need new shoes.

Post climb - table for two at SB. It was the smallest tab we've ever
run up there. The waitress comes over to the table, looks at the two
of us and says "Where is everybody?!?" We told them you all died in a
horrible trailer park/tornado incident, but your ghosts should be in
later to haunt them.

Post-post climb - going 60 in a 35 on rte.66, blue and red flashing
lights - it's a good thing I wasn't drinking with Senior P, or I would
be writing this recap from jail. The moral of the story, donating $15
a year to the FOP for one of those "don't arrest me" window stickers
really works!

Rating: Only three blue plate special giant tacos stuffed with
parakeet, old government cheese and shredded cabbage, sprinkled with
contraband loose chalk.

Next crime: thursday? I'm off to Boston ... for a two hour drive,
then a two hour meeting, then a two hour drive again.

SnB