Meet would-be Threers (a) Ladd “Da Litigator” Bedford, (b) Chuck “Delta” Ballweg, (c) Scott “Augmented” Gordon and (d) Kers “Walter” Clausen seen as they arrived here with Dem Threes and, appropriately, sat in four separate venues: the Blackfoot house bar, the Rock Creek Mercantile, one of the upstairs dining areas and the boat report arena.
It seems that the first two ended up on a 3+ hour delayed Delta flight that made them miss all of their inbound connections (with every seat on every Missoula later-bound flight being spoken for for the ensuing four days with (a) headed back home to watch tv for the weekend and (b) at my behest leaning on Delta to make amends (which they did by flying “Delta” into SLC on a delayed basis and then onto Helena from where he will drive the 2 hour sprint from there getting in sometime before the witching hour)—hence, (a) will involuntarily miss the Extravaganza show and (b) won’t.
And then there is the sorry, indeed, sailing pair of (c) and (d), the former of whom made it to the airport for his UAL nonstop flight but, rather than curbside checking his bag, elected to wait in the interminable line inside the terminal whereupon, when presenting his bag to the agent 30 minutes later, was told that because of security protocols he was too late to check his bag into the flight while the latter is still cooling his heels in SEA-TAC due to mixing up “a.m.” and “p.m.” when making his reservations resulting in a 12 hour cooling off period in Seattle while waiting for his errantly booked Missoula bound flight. At least (d) has a seat, expecting his sailing buddies to make the 1 1/2 hr driving trip to pick him up at 7:00 p.m. tonite.
Seldom before in the history of the Extravaganza have so many interfering events occurred on one simple, easy-peasy travel day…right, you “Forlorn & Floundered Fours” shown above?!?
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To add to the confusion (and confusion was indeed rampant with two other delayed flights en route) one of the financial advisors four has already landed his MT name without so much as leaving the airport—it seems that one of the early arriving Threes (such few as there were to choose among) had ordered a Makers Mark and then proceeded to leave it on the bar, where upon RCR put it in a sippy cup and presented to last-arriving Three (for the moment, any way) to which Bill Black asked, “is this Trout Piss?!?” Well, imagine his surprise to find his new MT name to be just that or, among friend, “STP_--Super Troup Piss!
And this is just beginning, gang!!!
RCR---<’///><
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