The Recap
Kev's Last Ride.
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Morning crew landed at 10. Beet margaritas at Basic Kitchen, allegedly a healthy drink. One hour in Walmart. Six carts full. Anthony project-managed the run. One mini van groaning under the weight. Jack and Dudley on the Blackstone. Thirty burgers, zero casualties. Beer die in the driveway. Wind Jammer for Pop Rock Cult. Straight Edge Bill Sadler spotted briefly in the wild. Ted and Justin rolled in at midnight, many drinks behind.
Egg sandwiches at sunrise. 20 minutes to Charleston National. First tee 11:28. Four teams, scramble. Somehow it ended in a three-way tie. Chew cheated. Everyone knows. Bill did not make it to the course. Bill did not make it off the bathroom floor. Melvins pickup at 4. Brisket, chopped chicken, fifty sliders, zero leftovers. Christiano finally arrives. Downtown after dark. Decisions optional.
Beach day. Roughly thirty minutes of actual beach, generously rounded. Jack, Sam, and Doug ran the kitchen. Shrimp, steak, and beef tacos for seventeen, plus hot sauce by the gallon. Ed the Magician arrived in the jacket. Just over an hour no one will be able to fully describe later, and several gentlemen would like to try. Shem Creek after. The night refused to end.
It’s 2 AM on Palm Boulevard. Kevin’s six blocks from the Yellow Pearl. He’s wobbly. Tap left or right to steer.
Charleston was the warm-up. Now we do it for real.