Two Fridays ago (I know, I’m late in the game. This is old news by now. My wounds are almost healed. My apologies.) I got a phone call from a good friend and old climbing buddy. We’ll call him Pedro. Pedro called to confirm/discuss the details for a last minute endeavor: climbing at The Gunks.
After Facebook statuses like this: Y’all are probably in stitches wanting to know the details. And also wondering why my phone-facebook-statusing-skills are sub-par in the spell-check category (hint: the answer lies within the status). However, today is not the day for a detailed rundown of what happened yesterday, fifty feet in the air. Today, I
Tomorrow, after a day of rubies, rhinestones and graphic design, I will pick this up: Tomorrow, I’ll be clipping my fingernails back to a stage only nail-biters know of. Tomorrow, I’ll be trying on gear, remembering why people of my sport don’t have pedicures. All because the day after tomorrow, I’ll be driving north. Back