Sack Race

There may have been a sack race on Friday night. I do believe that in the midst of an exceedingly good mood, a lot of laughter, a few giant Hoegardens and a few cheap 2-4-1 Martinis-  I may have stole a few peanut sacks from a local bar…Rammed them up my top  grabbed the guys that I was with and we ran for the road.

Then the sack race in the rain began. It was me VS an American chap with a full beard and a passion for photography…

In the rain, me in heels, in a sack which itched.

God dam, the American was speedy. An after a few jumps and laughing a lot I was out of breath and dead-ed, so we had a little sit down in the rain under our peanut sacks and pretended we were homeless. 4 of us huddled in the rain giggling like children