State TT Bust

There was nearly an interaction with some cops down at the State TT, however, I was not a part of that particular bust...I was refering to the bust-of-a time I rode. Grant it, the wind played a huge factor, and nearly everyone's time was much higher than last year, I still felt pretty bad about my performance. Not that I did myself any favors; the lack of consistent training, the debotury the evening before, and the night before that, and the two evenings before that one...

Yeah, so needless to say, not my idea of a good ride. However, we did put on my idea of a good gay-rodge sale. K and I cleaned house, and put some serious scrilla in the bank. We have attempted to blow this cash in several ways already, and thoughts are still brewing; hopefully, we can resist all of our temtations, and put the money into our kitchen.

Quick recap: Friday, we pulled some gay-rodge sale business. Quick ride, and a pile of margarita's later, I was told I was in rare form by my sister-in-law.

Saturday--more gayness, but the cash kept falling into our laps. The only major thing we did not manage to get rid of was the infamous "Colorado Dining Table". See a much older post (probably from my original blog) for details on that one. Anyway, if you need a big-ass table with four chairs, 40 bucks takes the crown. That afternoon, Jason and I Freestyle Urban Crossed around campus and downtown. Good times indeed. We went over to Butthead's that night for a good old-fashioned BBQ. This aided the drunkeness we already started at Rio Grande. Soon after arriving, Jason and I bolted, only to go downtown and scale Jesse Hall again. We searched for more tunnels, but no dice. Maybe next time.

No hangover on Sunday, but things could have been much nicer for the race. I guess you really do reap what you soe.