My buddy Melissa and I did another urban race over the weekend (like the Amazing race). There were eleven clues to this one (one of which was a photo hunt). The race started at the Gingerman Pub. Check in was at 11, and the race started at noon. So...this is pretty much how the day began:
We had time to have a couple while we waited to receive our starting sheet. Once we got that, we had another while we solved all the clues:
By now you will see we were off to quite the happy start. I plugged in all the addresses to a new app I had downloaded (and did not test first) and we were off. We found a guy to do a cartwheel for a photo pretty quickly:
Then we went to the Borders art installation:
After that it was off to the dog park where we did a three legged race. It was there that we spotted the man I would propose to. I asked his sweet wife if she minded if I popped the question and explained the crazy race we were in and she seemed more than happy to let me have him. He offered to remove his wedding ring, so he didn't seem too resistant either...ha!
The photo dares are funny. I wish there were more. After that stop we got to Tru Salon:
It was at this point we realized the app I downloaded may not have routed our stops in a good order as we were running all over town in circles. So, we decided to stop for a beer to discuss this. Then we ran to Gator's (it was on our list) and had another beer while we mulled over the list:
At this point we realized we were not going to finish the race on time. This realization was followed by much laughter as we ran off to find Rosa Parks...because WE ARE NOT QUITTERS.
We checked this saloon off our list too:
This is where we had to make a crucial decision because we were starving and Gloria's (clue 2) was 20 minutes walking distance away. This is where we decided that we needed to find a new app for the next race and just call it a day. We had ran in circles all day and my phone was dead and our navs were not cooperating. So, we gave up and headed to the nearest Mexican place and pretended it was Gloria's and got a margarita and some dinner.
After that we headed back to the Gingerman Pub to officially accept defeat.
We ended the night by finding a geocache...just so we felt like less of a losing team. I will never forget Urban Dare. It was a day filled with laughter and that's what these things are all about. We saw some very frustrated teams on our adventure and we both decided that we didn't join this race to be irritated and frustrated...we joined to have fun. And boy, did we have fun. Cheers to Losers!
We are only further motivated for the next one!