Oh, Now I get It
There you have it. You know that whole thing about 'Oh, I can't remember but I probably will at 3 in the morning?"
Like last night when I knew our bartender was strangely familiar [outside of the fact that he looks almost exactly like Frank Zappa]--not well but I knew his name was Paul but I couldn't figure out why. The climbing gym? Some class I took?
So, it's 3am and bam--I remember. Paul used to be the prepared food guy at Food for Thought [a little health food store in Wesport] before Wild Oats came in and squashed them. I used to go there everyday when I worked at Modem Media. Good thing I didn't get into the whole name game thing--I wouldn't have figured it out and he certainly wouldn't have remembered me.
Funny Tshirt sighting yesterday. An 11-12 year old boy wearing a tshirt that said "Billionaire Seeking Model". Good thing someone has come up with some good ol' family values tshirts. Like the guys over at Abercrombie that are selling girls tshirts that say "Who Needs Brains When I Have These" and "I had a Nightmare I was a Brunette".
The new mountain bike came in on Tuesday and had it's maiden voyage on Friday afternoon.
It rocks.
I got over bigger logs, steeper drop-offs and the whole damn river bed [that was full of water]. When I took a jump, the front shock made it feel like I was landing in a pile of feathers. With my other bike shifting so crappy for so long I had forgotten how much Mountain Biking is my favorite sport. Ever.
Along with running. I have less than a month until The Las Vegas Marathon and yesterday I ran 16-18 miles. I'm not sure how much the part around the beach is, once you get off the road. I felt okay until the last 3 miles when I started to wonder why I signed up for a marathon again. My feet were killing me and I started to consider hitch-hiking.
Or maybe calling a cab.
I made it...with some walking and a few breaks and although I was hobbling around for most of the afternoon, I felt fine by the evening. Now I just have to tack on another 8.2 or so to the end of that.
I've noticed that many blogs out there have a theme. Famous People, Writers. Shopping at Target. I'm wondering if I should have a theme?
Like last night when I knew our bartender was strangely familiar [outside of the fact that he looks almost exactly like Frank Zappa]--not well but I knew his name was Paul but I couldn't figure out why. The climbing gym? Some class I took?
So, it's 3am and bam--I remember. Paul used to be the prepared food guy at Food for Thought [a little health food store in Wesport] before Wild Oats came in and squashed them. I used to go there everyday when I worked at Modem Media. Good thing I didn't get into the whole name game thing--I wouldn't have figured it out and he certainly wouldn't have remembered me.
Funny Tshirt sighting yesterday. An 11-12 year old boy wearing a tshirt that said "Billionaire Seeking Model". Good thing someone has come up with some good ol' family values tshirts. Like the guys over at Abercrombie that are selling girls tshirts that say "Who Needs Brains When I Have These" and "I had a Nightmare I was a Brunette".
The new mountain bike came in on Tuesday and had it's maiden voyage on Friday afternoon.
It rocks.
I got over bigger logs, steeper drop-offs and the whole damn river bed [that was full of water]. When I took a jump, the front shock made it feel like I was landing in a pile of feathers. With my other bike shifting so crappy for so long I had forgotten how much Mountain Biking is my favorite sport. Ever.
Along with running. I have less than a month until The Las Vegas Marathon and yesterday I ran 16-18 miles. I'm not sure how much the part around the beach is, once you get off the road. I felt okay until the last 3 miles when I started to wonder why I signed up for a marathon again. My feet were killing me and I started to consider hitch-hiking.
Or maybe calling a cab.
I made it...with some walking and a few breaks and although I was hobbling around for most of the afternoon, I felt fine by the evening. Now I just have to tack on another 8.2 or so to the end of that.
I've noticed that many blogs out there have a theme. Famous People, Writers. Shopping at Target. I'm wondering if I should have a theme?
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Your theme is you. Silly rabbit.
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