Yesterday we finally got a chance to run in the Cupid Undies Run for the Children's Tumor Foundation. Half of Team Can You See My Knickers was in action while the other half drank beer fully clothed in North Carolina. Just a touch of failure there. Our team DID manage to raise a total of $775 for the charity, which is pretty impressive, if you ask us. It scored us free panties and open bar VIP status. What, what?! Before we get into the nitty gritty details of the race, let's talk poll results. We asked what kind of pictures you wanted us to take of the run. 4 of you asked for us, wanting to know if our "no beer or wings" diet worked. You'll have to check out the photos and let us know. 1 person wanted us post-race and sh*t faced. We've got 1 post-race picture, but we're not sh*t faced. Sorry. Finally, 1 other person just wanted random pictures of the race, which we tried to accommodate via pictures and video, but it IS hard to document sh*t while running.
We'll get right down to it. We showed up nice and early to The Brass Monkey wearing clothing. We drank beer and got fun heart straws.
Almost immediately, Lisa was cold. We hadn't even gotten outside yet and she was half-bundled up. In fact, this is the shocking conversation that went down:
Lisa: Let's do a shot of Jameson.
Lisa: I'm cold. I need to warm up.
Serena: Lisa, if we do a shot of Jameson, these shorts are coming off and there's no telling what may happen.
a-hole video of us waiting at the start. To put things into perspective, Serena was cold, which means Lisa was literally on death's door. Organ failure started to set in. Fear of losing fingers and toes to frostbite was a great concern.
asinine video that starts with a sad focus on Serena's butt. Secondly, we were corralled like cattle. Usually, the fast runners take off, while the slow runners linger behind. In this case, we all jogged a little until we reached a crosswalk, where our chaperones stopped us for safety purposes. Then, we jogged across the street toward water and stopped again while we waited for the light to change again so that the rest of our party to make it across the crosswalk.
YouTubes and we'll never see any of it.
As soon as we made it back to The Brass Monkey, we hit the bar. Time for more beer.
Back to us. We ditched that jerk of a bartender for our lovely blonde British lady at the other bar. We were starving. We ordered the first of 3 meals. While we waited, Serena attacked a nearby jelly bean jar and ate all of the pink ones.