Wasted evening

It was a nice evening, so I decided to take the scenic route to Scouts which takes me about an hour. I rolled down the hill to the hut just before 7:30 and thought it a bit odd that none of the lights were on. Even more odd was that there were no kids milling around waiting to get it. 7:35 and I get a phone call which says “Hi Rich, we’re at Bannerdown in case you’ve got lost”. I calmly pointed out that they’d neglected to tell me that we weren’t meeting at the hut, and that I couldn’t be arsed to ride up to the top of another big hill when my lights probably wouldn’t last long enough for me to get home again.

At least I got a nice 12 mile ride out of it.

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8 Responses to Wasted evening

  1. Father says:

    No resolve, no dedication.

  2. rjw says:

    No energy, no battery power.

  3. matt says:

    no fruit juice, no Umbongo

  4. Father says:

    I’m sorry, but is that a politically correct statement? Are you allowed to say that sort of thing over the net? Will it get through the cyber-censor? He is a sensitive and delicate soul, after all!

  5. matt says:

    rich? delicate?
    in the way tanks and battleships are delicate? :-)

    Umbongo, Umbongo, you drink it in the congo.
    ahhh the childhood memories.

  6. grant says:

    Umbongo was alright but it wasn’t too orangy for Crows.

  7. matt says:

    no
    that was KIORA(sp)

    “i’ll be your dog”