Went up to the club yesterday... and the rain fell. And fell. And fell.
That didn't stop the rum-drinkers from having a good time! We scooted our chairs over where the rain couldn't blow in and get us, and the jawing and storytelling went on without a pause. The Puppeteer (not-quite-scale Sopwith Pup by Flair with a 60" wingspan) blew right off the table, but fortunately suffered no damage.
Buddy was having a fantastic time. He ran all over the place, sniffing and weeing before eventually settling down for a nap, all before the rain started. There's nothing Bud likes to do more than go out and get thoroughly wet.. then run in and jump into my lap. After wriggling around so as to rub the water off into my shirt and drying his feet on my trousers, what he likes to do next, is... go out and get thoroughly wet, then run in and jump into my lap. And then, he likes to... go out and get thoroughly wet, then run in and jump into my lap... One thing I'll say about him is that deafening claps of thunder and eye-searing bolts of lightning don't phase him one bit! Extreme courage, or stupidity. One or the other.
One of the guys left quite early, but the rest of us were there after dark. Then old Rudy left, which is unusual because traditionally, when ever someone leaves, Rudy says "When you're gone, we're gonna talk about you, behind your back!" Rudy himself is almost always the last to leave, and yesterday as he was departing, we said to him, "When you're gone..." so he came back in for another 20 minutes! But eventually he left us there chatting and generally saving the world.
A short while later, the remainder of us decided to lock up and go. Now, I drive a van. It's got good tires for loose roads and mud, but it is only a van! The other two vehicles were SUVs. I got rolling last, so the two 'jeeps' were in front of me in the track. I can tell you, it was fun and games keeping that van moving up that muddy, slippery track, with throwing the steering from full-lock left to full-lock right and back again, trying to approximate a straight line. Half the time the vehicle was moving in the opposite direction to the steering. Biggest problem was the guy in front of me was not moving ahead! Worse thing is if you have to stop because the guy in front stops, because it ruins your momentum. (If you ever come to a slushy spot where you just can't grip, forward momentum can help you get past it.) The guy in front was driving a Suzuki Viagra. I call it a 'Viagra' because it's just the sort of vehicle a guy buys to bolster up his manhood. (Not that the owner of this particular Viagra has any problems that I know about...)
Anyway, before long it was stuck solid, and I was forced to stop dead, behind him. To try going around him would have certainly resulted in sticking up in the ploughed ground on either side. "Put it in 4WD!" I cried, with my head out the window. "Uh... This is a Viagra. It only pretends to be a jeep. No 4WD."
Mean time, I'm not getting out of my vehicle, because I was periodically moving it back a couple yards, then a while later forward a couple yards, just so it doesn't think about sinking into the ooze. And besides, if I open that door even only a crack, Buddy will be out through the crack like toothpaste. Then, when it's time to get moving again, he will be nothing but a big ball of mud with two eyes peering out of it, looking at my upholstery which was valeted only a week ago!
Well, fortunately, the guy who had departed first, came reversing back in his jeep, and offered to pull out the Viagra. But of course, neither of them had a tow-rope! In fact the only person around with enough brains to carry a tow-rope with them was, apparently, me! So, they borrowed it and eventually the Viagra was dragged to solid ground, and I drove out behind them. And so home to a bowl of cereal for breakfast. (The first meal of the day is breakfast, right? Even if it's at 8:30PM?)
Thankfully, the guy in question offered to take my rope home and wash it off with the hose, before drying it and returning it. I'm glad the muddy thing didn't have to come home with me! The van will be grubby enough in quick time, if The Owner gets his way! But this afternoon, I doubt I will risk that track, especially since I know it's already chewed up from yesterday. And because the only other person I know that is planning to go also drives a Viagra. And because the rain is falling again...