Ain't No Party Like A Drug Free Party

Sorry it's been so long since I posted, although I see Tirth has been keeping up the ol' mustache blog in my absence. Good show, Tirth.





2 things:





1. The treasure hunt is tommorow at 5 p.m. I requested the day off a month ago. I got my schedule for this week yesterday (due to my Canadian voyage), and, what do you know, they had me working 8 to 4. I was unable to get it off on such short notice.





You might imagine that with such a schedule I'd be reluctant to participate in the hunt, but I'm feeling pretty sanguine about the whole thing. I've packed up the van with a variety of supplies, and I've come up with some entertaining little secret agent gadgets that will blow all your minds. I plan to drive carefully, call everybody, and make a party out of it.





I'm still a bit concerned, though, especially about the working alone part. One of the nice parts about previous hunts was that if you ever lost enthusasim, or had to concentrate on the road, or were stuck on a clue, there was always somebody else to drive the car and carry the team for a while. If I'm flying solo and I get tired or dispirited or bored, I'm just not sure if I'm going to have the energy to keep going, you know? I won't be able to say "Okay John, run across this field in the blistering heat" or "Okay Sam, scurry up the side of that building." On the other hand, I'm under the impression that in this hunt skipping a clue or two won't be a dealbreaker, especially not for the informants.





Just got to keep my hopes up, I suppose. Just drink some Gatorade and call Mattson to insult him--you know, the usual pick-me-ups.

2. Larry Wilmore, the Daily Show's "Senior Black Correspondent" was staying at Lost Lake Lodge last week.

I considered going up and asking for his autograph, or at least asking him about the show, but I realized that I didn't remember his name, and I was too embarrassed to say "Hey, aren't you the black guy from the Daily Show?"