Conspiracy of Breakfast

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Thursday morning, August 23, 8:15am, meeting @ Victory in Millbrae. Cold, stale toast and weak coffee for everyone. Don't miss it.

[cranefly]

I smell TANSTAAFB.

[Drunk Monk]

...got too much on the plate tomorrow. One of my fighter kung fu brothers is returning to Ghana and we haven't seen each other in years. And I've seen the Glynch recently.

Of course, it's been years since I've seen HK too. That's a shame, but he's not going to Ghana.

[cranefly]

Sounds intriguing in a low-maintenance sort of way, and I'm actually tempted.
But I'm probably not ghana make it.

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

As you all know, I go to bed early and I get up early. So, after waking, I had plenty of time before I had to make it to the conspiracy of breakfast. Sure, I could have spent time hanging out at Lynch Manor: Saratoga, but my psyche is a little crunchy at the moment. I figured the sooner I was out of the Tschocke museum, the better.
I envisioned a delightful drive to the coast and then north to Half-Moon Bay. I could have driven 17 to Santa Cruz to reach Highway 1 but I figured it would be much more fun to drive up 9 to Big Basin and then cut over to Bonny Doon, missing Santa Cruz entirely. If there is one thing I didn't want to do, it was to go to Santa Cruz. It was just too far out of the way.

I left around six which gave me two hours to make the breakfast date. What could possibly go wrong?

So, I'm traversing the back roads of the Santa Cruz mountains through fog and rain drops produced by redwood branches. I was about thirty five minutes into the drive and still hadn't hit any of the landmarks I had noticed on the map. I did see a sign for Castlerock, so I was entering into Stephen King land, especially the story about his wife's ability to find short cuts which eventually leads her into an alternate dimension.

And then I was at Big Basin State Park. Wow, that would have been a great place to stop. But it had taken me almost an hour to get there and I had the feeling I had not made any progress towards my final destination. But the turn for the coast had to be coming up soon. As long as I didn't end up in Santa Cruz, I would be fine. I kept driving along the twisty and progressively narrower roads.

Next thing I know, I'm in Boulder Creek. According to the route I had plotted, I was supposed to turn long before Boulder Creek. At least I hadn't hit Santa Cruz, because that would mean I was completely in the wrong direction.

So, I'm in Santa Cruz. I could probably pick up thatGuy and take him to breakfast with me. Best of all, I'm seventy miles away from the Yeti and breakfast and I have fifteen minutes to get there on time. To put that in perspective, when I started, I was probably only about 45 miles from Victory Fencing. I texted the Yeti. And then I set a land speed record up the coast to Half-Moon Bay to the turn that would take me to Milbrae.

On the plus side, I now know a 90 minute way to make the 22 mile drive to Santa Cruz.

[Drunk Monk]

There will be hell to pay for that, and knowing those two, hell will come in sharp pointies.

My lunch with my fighter friend went well, although it was a little depressing. He's been in and out of the joint since we last crossed paths, and is starting to show some punch drunkeness. He's still working as a fight trainer however, and we had a crazy Nigerian meal of battered yam, okra and tilipia, which hecka slimy and had to be picked up with wads of dough. Tasty, but sloppy.

Wait...what's that I hear? Sounds like two people sharpening swords... mt065 mt065

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

Breakfast was still consumed. Stories were swapped. HK was the no-show due to Benzilla related duties. Then we repaired to the Victory Fencing Headquarters were half century gifts were exchanged. No talk of prison.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Well...not much talk of prison, anyway. Still can't find 55 Highland.

[Drunk Monk]

At least tell me you split some syrup on the G-man for his tardiness.

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