And what an evening it was!
A perfectly dry (and unseasonably warm) window between the atmospheric rivers meant that for, perhaps the first time ever, the annual Holidayzaster Christmapocalypse was not an opportunity to test out the effectiveness of one’s rain gear, but rather, a rare December chance to go plastic-free and simply enjoy the wooly embrace of the naked club regalia.
And speaking of naked, it must be noted that in spite of best efforts to the contrary, the flying Dravus neither broke, nor drowned, no burned melting plastic into his nude body in earning the central bingo square for full immersion in the chilly waters of Lake Washington. Huzzah.
In true disaster form, there were routes taken and abandoned, plans made and quickly revised, a long middle period where colliding options meant that some of Santa’s elves went up whereas others went out and around, but in the end, all the reindeer reconvened at the somewhat aspirational destination, despite numerous opportunities for giving up and turning in earlier.
The rolling firepit only made it halfway, but that was plenty, as it fulfilled its role as an attractive nuisance at the pier and ensured that the “shotgun a beer with a tourist” square was achieved. And “ate the whole cookie” and “fastest joint smoked” added to the delightful confusion, and, no doubt, the misplacing of the bingo card in the end.
Is this the last member of the holiday species before it goes extinct? One hopes not, but if so, did it go out with a blast?
Bingo!