Tag: Brunch Club

When I pull out up front, you see the Honda on dubs
When we roll 4 deep, it’s 4 miles in Brunch club
Dogpilers heard I fuck with Vinny, now they show me no love
When you only run 3 you know you’re in Breakfast Club,
But, Lighthouse know, nothing change here with the pre run
I see Mr. Rogers in Slack, he roll with the crowd that gives up
If you watch how I move, you’ll mistake me for a runner or a pimp
Been hit wit’ a few injuries, but I don’t walk wit’ a limp

In the hood, in the Pump, they saying “Snake you hot like Dunkin”
They like me, I want them to love me like they love Youngkin
But holla, in RVA them Dogpilers tell ya I’m loco
And the plan is to put the Brunch club game in a chokehold
I’m full of focused man, my running on my mind
Pinto also got 4 miles out the deal and is still on the grind
Now Gomer said he feeling my style, he feeling my flow
Even he showed up and is ready to go

You can find me in Brunch club, 4 miles full of fun
Look, Doggie pilers, we own the pre-run
We’re into running four, not into jogging just for love
But come to Breakfast club, if you into getting rubbed

Panting, the Brit tells the barkeep, “Give us ten shots of your best whiskey—quick!” So the barkeep sets them up and the three men knock them all back in seconds.

“Why you drinking so fast?” asks the barkeep.

“You’d drink fast too if you had what we have,” says the Urkrainian

“Why, what do you have?” asks the barkeep.

“Only twelve cents.”

Lighthouse!
Roger Roger!
Hard hearted harbingers of Polly’s haggis!

Beautiful!
Bemused!
Bellicose runners!

Untrusting!
Unknowing!
Unstrect-ed?

“He wants you back!” Whitesnake screams into the night air
Like a fireman Ed going to
A window that has no fire
Except his passion for the Brunch Club…

I am cold!
Running 4 miles is really hard!
This cold (and poem), sucks.

We ran 3.7 miles and talked of fruit trees, knee pain and other nonsense.

Why should you come to Brunch: Wiki says the term Brunch was coined in Britain in 1895 to describe a Sunday meal for “Saturday-night carousers”:

“…brunch would make life brighter for Saturday-night carousers. It would promote human happiness in other ways as well.

“Brunch is cheerful, sociable and inciting”, Beringer wrote. “It is talk-compelling. It puts you in a good temper, it makes you satisfied with yourself and your fellow beings, it sweeps away the worries and cobwebs of the week.”

— William Grimes, “At Brunch, the More Bizarre the Better” New York Times, 1998

—Whitesnake, Brunch post, F3rva.org, 2023

Polly was in a weird mood and sang to me the entire 3 1/2 miles:

We run together
We’re running down the street
And I just can’t get enough
And I just can’t get enough
Every time I think of Brunch Club
I know we have to run
And I just can’t get enough
And I just can’t get enough

Must have been from the Depeche Mode cover band he saw Friday night. It also prepared us for Attilla at Gridiron:

So we’re different colours and we’re different creeds
And different people have different needs
It’s obvious Attilla hates us, though we’ve done nothing wrong
Even though he knows us, what could we have done?

3 showed up on cold and very windy morning. Forecasts promised cold, but wind was unexpected and in your face. Chum ran from GridIron AO to Starbucks and back by himself, making it about 4 miles. Polly and Q started at Starbucks, ran to GridIron AO, did GridIron. Q ran back to Starbucks by himself. Running back is way less fun.

BRUNCH!

Club promoter Gay Liotta is back, and this time he’s… gone… crazy. This place has everything. Full moons, key fobs, pretending your car is secure, and the debut of DJ Whitespace.

Located in the clogged heart of the Broad Street. This gang ridden coffee spot was the ceremony spot for Pigskins 1982 wedding. This place has everything. Peeps, ted talks, someone complaining about his shoes, Kain road, Kane from WWE and Senator Kaine, all holding hands. And be sure to hit the dance floor and do a jig with COVID’s hottest hyped up Polly Pocket dancers.

Pax: Wait. What’s that?

It’s that thing when Polly runs into Starbucks to get a shot of expresso to help his run.  And before you get to Grid Iron for some white lines, you can party with a broken almost pregnant Ukrainian Lighthouse.  And before you ask, it’s that thing of when Lighthouse is almost late and does not have a light.

After getting crazy high on cocaine at Grid Iron, Brunch Club travels back down Pouncey Track to see and hear the other Pax play with their horns, do some Frogger, hear more hit tunes from Whitespace and prove the answer to the Gridiron pax question “You’re running back to Starbucks?!?” is “Yes!” unless you jumped in a car filled with Johnson’s.