Climb or DIE

9:51 a.m.: I don’t feel like rock-climbing, but I had spent hours planning the event under the email subject “Climb or DIE” so I have no choice. After waking, I sip my protein shake and as much water as my wretched stomach allows. Our noon climb 30 minutes away in Golden, Colorado, isn’t nearly accommodating to recover from the Great American Beer Festival. I still must: Wake Pumba next door Get Pumba ready to climb Get Pumba ready to drive Get Pumba to pick up the rope Get Pumba to pick up quick draws from McScuses Get Pumba to pick up our other friend, Princess 10:26 a.m.: I email Princess, “Do you know McSteamy’s phone number? I need to pick up quick draws.” 10:39 a.m.: Princess emails me her and McLoaner's numbers, asks how Pumba is, and offers to drive us. 10:39:27 a.m.: I contact McRunningOutOfNicknames about his quick draws. 10:39:47 a.m.: I call Princess. “Pumba is alive I think. I’ll elbow drop her now. A ride would be awesome…You can pick up the rope?...You’re functional this morning?…You’re a lifesaver!…We’ll be ready for you to pick us up at 11:15.” 10:40:51 a.m.: “PUMBA!” 10:41 a.m.: McSomething texts his address and that he will leave the quick draws on the porch. 10:43 a.m.: Pumba makes three calls from bed and then says, “I’m texting Princess where to pick up the rope. I’m sorry I can’t climb with you. I feel deathly.” 10:44 a.m.: I lie on the floor in Pumba’s room. I probably don’t drool. 11:14 a.m....
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