St. Patrick's Day

Great. more fing crack backs on my hair. My lovely sister in law, who I adore offers up Syndrome as a description for my hair. Great I'm a comic book villain. I think a mullet was better...

Today is St. Patrick's day, the holiest of all holy holidays. My favorite holiday all year. It commemorates the snakes being driven out of Ireland, the world championships of Sean Kelly, the invention of Guinness, John Kerry defeating W, and of course the Red Sox Winning the World Series. Look, everyone wear's green, you celebrate drinking, and it's almost spring. How can you lose?

Diane and I both have off tomorrow; as well I'm getting more injections, so we headed out to Kate's in town to celebrate the holiday. The place was packed. We were probably towards the upper end of the age scale, but WTF it was fun. We had a large plate of nachos, debated about who had the best chip, and Diane filled me in on Alias from last night, and of course drinks. Lots of drinks. Good night.

You know my wife really rules. First of all, I am a dork. I mean a super dork, and Diane, well she's cool. She puts up with all my crap. My cycling foolishness, my 33 year old dude still dressing like I was a skateboarder shit. My "I like to be dirty", I only want to each burritos, and my damn it C is for cookie that's good enough for me bullshit.

I am totally smitten. Thing is, she's perfect for me and that's pretty awesome. What's also awesome is when we are out at bars and she points out all the chicks with big cans to me. Yeah, nothing like watching my lovely wife and a 24 year old, hefty frat boy, almost both spill their drinks while simultaneously pointing out a lovely young lady, who was perhaps showing a little more cleavage than was socially acceptable. And I think, based on the amount of ass she had hanging out of her pants she is going to school to be a plumber. Seriously, the hefty frat dude and Di were in perfect synchronicity, right arm extending, right hands pointing, mouths dropping open, and the inevitable "holy shit!" shouted.

Best part of the entire deal was when the frat dude looked at Diane like he wanted to give her a high 5.Then he realized, that well she was probably in her late 20's and a woman, and well, the inevitable WTF expression on his face was great. Followed of course by him yelling "dude your wife rules !" yeah, I know it. It was a good night.

Like all rock stars Diane is rocking out on the guitar right now. Wait she might have just ate shit sliding across the kitchen in her sox. You know under normal circumstances her balance isn't so great, right now it's really impaired. Wait, she's up again, every things cool.

Got to ride white clay and fairhill today. Hit White Clay at 6:00 am, was seeing stars climbing up that border trail. Trails were dry but didn't roll nearly as well as MR did the other night. I rode one of the obstacles, and shouted out "yeah!!" as I cleaned it for the first time. That was rad. Looping home I hit the same obstacle in a different direction. I was just a little hot and almost launched myself into the log pile. That would have been bad.

Fairhill was awesome. 10 minutes after getting home I was out the driveway and deep into the "crack head bob" trail. It was sweet. Technically I wasn't great today, but I had fun. It's easy to get spoiled following Fuzzy and Matt's lines; Much tougher having to pick you own. But heck, I rode trails 3 days this week. How can I complain?

Well, I just want to wish you and all of yours a happy St. Patrick's day. It is after all, the greatest of all holidays...

Respect
fatmarc