The cast: BTB (just woke up - coffee and bagel in hand), Csilla -
debut (I hope I spelled that right), Lisa#1 (still in need of a new
name?) and me - the substitute bastard. I saw the Cranky Old Bitch
(COB) on the way in, but she had already finished harassing people for
the day and was going home - presumably to discuss her plans to take
over the world with Satan and Saddam Hussein. BTB offered plenty of
encouragement to help Csilla on her first day of climbing. I yelled
at Lisa, who made it up both the 5.6red and 5.7black under the roof,
conquered her 5.5++ nemesis, flopped on a 5.7 and a 5.9, then walked
her second 5.7 of the day. BTB showed off on the sky wall, almost
cleaned the 5.12 black, then tried 5.11+green\white (he needed PM to
show him a map), and after some "gentle persuasion" flopped around a
new 5.11+++++ instead of Phil's 5.11d black (one of his favorite
flopping routes). I took it easy with the 5.9red (I swear it was a
5.10 last week), made one 5.10, flopped on 2 different 5.10's and
then crashed on the couch. I was tired from biking. I didn't have
lunch. There was a famine, a fire, a riot ... it wasn't my fault!

Rating: 4 steaming bowls of squirrel chili, with lots of curry paste
and a glass of antifreeze on he side.

Next climb: Tuesday at PC -6:00?