Trailheads Trek Concrete Trail, Make Friends, And Fall In Love At New Lewis Barbecue.
Trailheads had our fourth annual holiday party at Brad’s pad, and everyone had a grand time. Our lovely mates somehow survived an evening of our hijinks, made worse when fueled by alcohol. Brad makes Manhattans that Patrick swears were Timothy Leary’s original recipe. Despite our recent legal squabbles and infighting, the room was filled with merriment, love, great food, and joy. We even made special Trailheads ornaments to adorn the tree. Charlie Brown got nothing on us—exce
Trailheads in Turmoil As Super Group Forms To Hike Bob Callan Trail, Then Scarf Antico Pizza.
It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world after all. Up is down, wrong is right, and the lion lies down with the lamb to count sheep. Weeks ago, three hikers declared themselves “the handsome Trailheads” (read about it here) and were sued by the two less-attractive members and the recently retired-from-hiking-but-not-from-lunching member, Roy Tumbles. A worried nation girded its loins (which is more repulsive than erotic) and hoped the gang could resolve the matter amicably. They
