Hi Molly, since you have left us for a few weeks, the remaining co-leadership of the LieutenantSarge has tried persistently to fill the void of high pitched shrills, personal boom box amplification, and unlimited high-fives.
We tried to step up our enthusiasm games today by getting the tribe to dance. That’s right, we’re not all just hugs and grueling exercises here in Denver. Truth is Rump Shaker Wallace wasn’t even there this morning, so the chances of the tribe displaying any sort of rhythmic vigor were slim to none. Have no fear, we ran the Dogbone loop at the Civic Center Park so there were no neighbors to piss off or car commuters to distract. And we’re out of the spotlight of the local news channels now that we’re no longer displaying epic feats of #weatherproof-ism, now that it’s spring, light, and warm.
In non-rythmic news, today we ran out of spray paint. This is great news to the LieutenantSarge because it shows that we have an ever expanding army of #grassrootsgear out on the streets of Denver. It also gives those whose shirts weren’t successfully tagged the opportunity to #JustShowUp on Friday (details below). Also, Sarge refuses to take over the lofty Instagram presence (RE: novemberproject5280) that Molly created, perhaps we can get a public support campaign together to purvey his artistic eye to the masses? I learned that Callie McHugh’s first name is pronounced exactly how it is spelled. Go figure, now I have no excuse to drop my impressive British accent when she’s around. Oh finally, I (conveniently) forgot to hand off the positivity award. I like it. It is mine.
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