Hide your women and designer furniture, Sheff is rolling back to the central VA for some riding, some boozing, and a whole lotta lovin. I'm flying in Wednesday and will be around until Thursday, 7/6. The main purpose of the visit is to celebrate a good buddy getting married over the weekend, but I still hope to see all the old dingleberries.
Matt Roberts, a true original playa, lived next door to me on Emmet 2nd Left our first year at UVA. He is marrying a super cool chick, Jess Dingus, whom he met our 4th year when a bunch of us dudes lived on 14th Street in 'the manor'. Matt is currently a fighter pilot in the Marines and pretty much the nicest guy you'd ever want to know. An ad hoc bachelor party is in the works for Friday night, followed by a dope tubing trip on the James Saturday.
Seriously, what is up with having a blow-up doll at a bachelor party? Is it a frat thing?
I will be riding a good bit while home, but will be stuck on my cross bike for the most part. I will try to make the Thursday eve Earlysville group ride. Also, there is talk of a BBQ at Heather's place on either Tuesday or Wednesday (7/5) before I head back to CA. All relevant parties will be notified.
In a rather recent development, I am terrified of flying. No, it's not due to real world hijackers or even the very hot, very sexy Jodie Foster's recent film, "Flight Plan". It's Samuel L. Jackson. Seriously, dude is scary as hell. He's in every goddamn movie since 1990 AND he gets to say motherf*cker in EVERY scene. My point? His upcoming movie is called "Snakes on a Plane".
'Nuff said. I hate snakes in the first place, so the thought of having some all up on my piece while Sammy calls me a motherf*cker 9,440 times on a Jetblue flight makes me want to stay on the ground.
Come to think of it, maybe that's not such a good idea after all:
This is the handiwork of some very audacious young Apple employees here in the valley. They have a hilarious club called DrinkTrain. CalTrain (commuter train running to SF) + booze = you do the math. The great part is that there is a strict theme element for each DrinkTrain event. They even have business cards.
BEST OF LUCK TO ALL THE TRUEST PLAYAS HEADED UP TO FITCHBURG! Word on the street is that the Huffdrea has made a full comeback to its original two-pronged state. Nice!
I experienced my first earthquake today. Hooray! Fast asleep at 5:30am, I was having a dream about a jet liner flying by outside my window and causing the building to shake. When I woke up, the whole place was in fact shaking like a biatch.
If you're curious, Gilroy is a big shithole
Very groggy, I could only think to myself, "I don't think this is really a dream". It was only after the quake stopped did it occur to me to be "concerned" for my welfare. Faced with the decision of seeking out a sturdy door frame to stand under or going back to sleep, it was a no-brainer. Approximately 30 seconds later I was back in la la land. I dreamed about Lucky Charms, which I have not eaten in many months.
It was only a 4.7 on the old Richter scale, which is small potatoes around here. I remember back in 2002 when there was a small quake in central VA and everyone FREAKED OUT. I think it was like a 0.00005 or something. Wussies. I have personally experienced a certain I. Ayers 'Critical Flatulence Situation' (CFS) that caused more vibration. No one even knew about the quake this morning at work unless they heard about it on the news.
The official state motto of California ought to be: "If nobody died, nobody cares"
Ow! My poorly parked Ford Tempo!
Yes, I know it's backwards due to the mirror*. Thanks. I lost my digital camera.My idea here was to rewrite the Art Brut song, "Formed a Band," with the above title, until I realized that 1) no one reads this and 2) even less than no one listens to Art Brut.
I am sad to report that Sheff's days as an MVC drug mule are over. As much as I enjoyed the free trips to Mexico, increased stomach volume and automatic weapons training, the west coast scene has taken over for good. So listen up, P-Hen: you will have to get your opium-laced HGH-EPO mix (grandma's potion) from somebody else. Sheff is no longer yo bitch, bitch.
"I know I left that briefcase around here somewhere. P-Hen?"The great news is that I have managed to join the most sought after amateur team in the area, Form Fitness Racing. After many weeks of cruising with the team on training rides, having my people call their people, etc, I was officially invited to join the team today. The director of the team, Sassan, is the owner of Palo Alto's very posh Form Fitness gym. Sassan is also a mad strong rider. The team is about a dozen guys, mostly Cat 3 with some upgrading to Cat 2 this month.
I went by today to pick up the team kit and promptly photographed myself like a moron for this post. Sassan hooked me up with some dope schwag...we even have team booties! I looooovvvveee booty.
* - Unreflected images of full team kit with proper sponsor shout outs coming soon...
Hide your women and designer furniture, Sheff is rolling back to the central VA for some riding, some boozing, and a whole lotta lovin. I'm flying in Wednesday and will be around until Thursday, 7/6. The main purpose of the visit is to celebrate a good buddy getting married over the weekend, but I still hope to see all the old dingleberries.
Seriously, what is up with having a blow-up doll at a bachelor party? Is it a frat thing?
'Nuff said. I hate snakes in the first place, so the thought of having some all up on my piece while Sammy calls me a motherf*cker 9,440 times on a Jetblue flight makes me want to stay on the ground.
