AO: Forge

When: 10/27/2021

PAX:

Number of Pax: 4

Pax Names: Doddy, Lizard King, Narco, Trill,

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names:

QIC: Doddy


3 minutes… that was the time we were going to wait to see if anyone else showed up.  So, what happened was…..we stayed up too late watching the first World Series game since 1999.   It was semi-cold, everyone else had cashed it in, and there were only three of us – lizard, narco, and doddy.

It was suggested that we just go eat.  The thought of an impromptu Waffle House breakfast…to a three >47 year old men…as opposed to actually putting in the work we showed up to do…was akin to a kid on Christmas morning, a date night with the wife after being out of town for a month, opening day of (insert favorite sporting season here), a 15 year old virgin being asked to the sadie hawkins dance by the high school ho-ho.  Suffice it to say, we were excited.   We were hungry. I’m fact, H-angry might be a better descriptor.

“Yes….only one minute left, then we can go.  We don’t want anyone showing up late and blasting the forge.  Waffle House…here we come.”

Then, Trill’s ass shows up….2:45 seconds late.  Just 15 more seconds and we were gone.  As his lights crested the top of the hill, you could feel the air being let out of the group.  Then the lights turned into the recognizable red car.  It’s Trill!!!

And then it started….

“What an idiot!”

“He ruins everything…dude hasn’t been to F3 but 5 times since July 4th and today he wants to show….”

“King Alibaba!”

“Such a d-bag…”

Good ol Trill – the ultimate Debbie downer….Mr buzz kill….the ultimate party pooper.

It was a classic scene in the TV series, The Office.  Michael Scott looks at Toby, the monotonous HR rep from the much hated corporate ivory tower, and says in disgust, “Why are you the way that…you are?…….Honestly, every time I try to do something fun or exciting, you make it….not that way.  I hate so much…about the things you choose to be.”

The four of us did a kettlebell workout.  We complained about trill and made fun of each other the entire time, in classic forge fashion.

On top of all that, trill had devoured taco soup the night before.  The surefire cure for covid was escaping his ass with each kettle bell swing, disintegrating everything downwind all the while possibly creating new viruses and bacteria not yet named by scientists.

Waffle House….What could have been….

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