Where are the beds?

As many Seattle-area runners know, the Seattle Running Company store at 911 East Pine Street on Capitol Hill was recently sold, and is now Fleet Feet Sports Seattle. Meanwhile, the store-affiliated Seattle Running Club lives on.

A pre-cross-country season club meeting was held last night at the home of club member Win Van Pelt and his wife Terri. I brought Phil while my wife stayed home to get some work done. Rather than telling Phil exactly what to expect at the event, I just told him that we were going to a party.

Upon arriving and taking stock of the situation, Phil seemed unimpressed. “This isn’t a party,” he opined. “These people are just eating and talking.”

I have no idea what was prompting him to set the bar so high. Doesn’t he realize that, for his parents, a wild night is defined as watching two episodes of Lost instead of one?

Eventually we finished eating, and then our low-key gathering consisted solely of talking. We put our chairs in a circle and, one by one, introduced ourselves.

I spoke for both myself and Phil, but once he saw that everyone else got a turn to say something, he wanted a chance as well. I eventually gave in, apologetically interrupted Win, and ceded the floor to Phil.

“OK, Phil, go ahead,” I said.

Phil climbed down off of my lap, ran over to club president Scott McCoubrey, and asked, “Where are the beds?” Then he ran back to me. End of speech.

I guess he figured that, if this were a real party, it would have a sleeping area where guests could recover after chugging, dancing, necking, and vomiting the night away.