Duuuuude, there's no way ...

Well, all I can really say is that climbing with a severe hangover, is, well, exactly how you would imagine it. Joe wisely bailed out (props for even waking up on time and calling me). I, however, figured that since I was already up, I might as well give it a go. The Louie Express swung by with Eric and Joana onboard, and we were off to New Rochelle, where Kristy and Tom showed up a bit later. Despite my best efforts to clean up, I quickly realized that I quite obviously smelled like a drunk whenever I climbed, and resigned myself to wandering around and laying on the bouldering mats. On a less disgusting note, we did manage to pipe some tunes in for a couple of hours (we were hijacked by Kenny Loggins in the end), and everyone else got some decent climbing in. Best that my poor pickled brain can recall: Kenway did the V4 on his first try, Kristy flashed Obe's yellow slab (10) in the back, Joana climbed another 10 slab in the back and got to the last move where I'm pretty sure she grunted "Elastigirl!" in an attempt to stretch the last few inches (no dice, superpower FAIL), I saw Tom making some new 11 look ridiculously easy, and Eric sent his favorite 11 again.

While Joe didn't climb, he apparently spent the afternoon thinking about climbing and sent me this link to an awesome blog that makes NYC seem like a bouldering mecca. Make sure to check out the discussion of ice climbing in Morningside park.

Street bouldering: