Chapter 44: Avalanche.

Yeah. Been kinda stressed with work and family. Haven’t slept well. Time to cut loose. FFAmy’s 30th birthday, together with many good friends. Drinks flowing like a river. I was swimming like a fish. Didn’t realize I needed that so badly. Got flashed, Got naked, got hit, crashed a bike, played Gordon’s fisherman, peed on the seat, got warned by monkey to not start the I love you man’s, did the I love you man’s anyway (sorry rick), got a mariachi band, gave the shirt off my back, drank frozen margaritas, drank beer, drank champagne, introduced Kathleen to Pugsly. Got sprayed with beer. I heart living in a college town. Kissed my wife, and finally got a good nights sleep, although I believe they call that passing out.

6:30 am came all too early, and my splitting headache and rumbling tummy were trying their damnest to get me to stay in bed, but cross season is such a short time of the year, and it is really fun. Chunky Monkey, FortJames, Tommy Mc (super den mother), and I loaded up and went to the Philly cross clinic. Kelly and Rolf spent loving care helping folks polish and in some cases learn the finer points of cross. We did lots of cool cornering drills around the baseball diamonds. Harland who I met at the SS rally, was there he’s gonna ride some cross this year. He was super nice, and we chatted for a bit. Monkey was stylin’ and profiling on her new cross bike, nicknamed the “little green monster”.

11:00am came and practice broke up, finally my hang over burned off, and I was really hungry. In the toaster FortJames, Diane and I talked about how much fun we had. We were all smiles. I’m going home to go back to bed. I am not a rock star. Happy Birthday FFA, even if you did ditch us for cross this morning.

Respect
Fm