Wondering ... Winter Wednesday Writeup No.4 (where some of you all were)

I must confess that I am starting off on the wrong foot here since I didn't run. I did manage to ascertain myself that although it started at 34th and Park, continuing in the well-liked and revered Midtown tradition, the marks to the finish at 23rd and 3rd did not come from the north. In fact they came diagonally across the avenue, from the south, and were obstructed by garbage bags - what a site for an onin. After much difficulty I elicited that the rest of it, an imploding spiral, went to the four corners of the earth so fast that the resulting centrifugal force nearly blew some hashers down (or was that supposed to be ahead?). No snail pace for Dave as hare. 4.-blob-corners were an eyeopener.

The Bull's Tavern itself was lovely paintings on the wall which even I couldn't identify, although the one nearest the door was Botticelli's Primavera (Spring) pregnant, I'm not sure he would have approved, while the monks following were in the Dutch tradition Van Eyck? I hope I do not bore you - poor Crofty's eyes nearly popped out as I was explaining all this. The oily wall theme was to be taken up again though at Lisa's start the season party. Food was good, ambiance somehow lacking, given we left early (with tons of money left going to the New Year's eve run), and Abba got no dancers, but it was retrieved by one event. Alison came in after everyone left looking for her granny glasses, which I had JUST SEEN ON BO'S NOSE!