Outted by Mayhew.
Chris is my friend, and a reader of my blog. I have to be honest on my blog I am pretty open about my life. I am after all, a very simple man. However, there are a few
things in this world that I don't share on the blog. Don't be too shocked, I always like to have a couple of surprises up my sleeve. Well, a little while back I was happy to have Chris as a guest, and my guest room also known as the "Amy Suite" as she is the primary occupant of the room, I keep, well I keep my stash. My collection. My magazines, . No not porn, my comic books. Damn, I said it, I read and have a small collection of, yeah, comic books.
When I was a kid, I collected like mad, up until high school, and then my passion for marvel characters remained, but I funnelled my money into other things, like girls, and skateboards, and my car's gas tank. A couple years ago when I hurt my back, I couldn't do much more than lay on the couch and drink beer. So I started reading a book or two. Next thing you know, I have a couple of subscriptions, the guy at the local comic book shop quickly came to know me by name and what titles I was looking for. I even knew when the kid that covers for him works was there and would sell me the next weeks comics early!
But alas, much like the GAP is every one's dirty little fashion secret, reading comics was my little secret. Very few knew, I had taken up the reading and to some extent collecting comics again.
So here we are at the mac banquet, Chris, Karen, Rolf, Zach and Ethan chatting away. With great horror I listen as Chris outs me. "man, you had some great comics man, that wolverine was really good!" How long have you been collecting. I could see the color leave Karen and Rolf's faces. I could see the judgement in Zach's eyes. I could feel the redness in my checks. I had been outed. I am a comic book geek.
Chris trying to be apologetic, realized that I wasn't out, "dude your blog, I thought everyone knew!!" I just smiled and said," yeah, thanks for outing me, man."
Everyone laughed to break the tension a little, all the while knowing my dirty little secret. Please don't judge me too harshly, I was born this way.
Sunday's ride was more of the same, another stacked
group of riders including fryberger, nick shaffer, Glenn, Buddy the leg breaker, K-man, and Wes the Conqueror. I was at the front, and tried to set tempo. The trails were frozen and had superhero traction. At home in Fairhill, with no rocks to be found, I felt my flow creep to the surface even if just for a little while. The group was pretty quiet, but I think that was more an effect of the cold than my pace. Wes and I peeled off the group on top of 5 bridges and finished up with some of the DTS boys as we cut through gallagher and back to my home. The last 45 minutes of this ride were filled with constant thoughts of kate's brunch. No not that Kate, but what they hell it's a nice picture. (photo by Josh)
Diane and Wes both had hang over helpers, which consist of eggs, bacon, scrapple and cheese on a light fluffy croissant. Wes went sans scrapple much to my dismay. I went with the steady eddie, breakfast quesidilla, which usually I can't finish, but on this day I had no issues polishing that bitch off. On teh way home we were all full and happy. My only thought was, has my new X-men showed up yet?
respect
fm
Chris is my friend, and a reader of my blog. I have to be honest on my blog I am pretty open about my life. I am after all, a very simple man. However, there are a few
things in this world that I don't share on the blog. Don't be too shocked, I always like to have a couple of surprises up my sleeve. Well, a little while back I was happy to have Chris as a guest, and my guest room also known as the "Amy Suite" as she is the primary occupant of the room, I keep, well I keep my stash. My collection. My magazines, . No not porn, my comic books. Damn, I said it, I read and have a small collection of, yeah, comic books.
When I was a kid, I collected like mad, up until high school, and then my passion for marvel characters remained, but I funnelled my money into other things, like girls, and skateboards, and my car's gas tank. A couple years ago when I hurt my back, I couldn't do much more than lay on the couch and drink beer. So I started reading a book or two. Next thing you know, I have a couple of subscriptions, the guy at the local comic book shop quickly came to know me by name and what titles I was looking for. I even knew when the kid that covers for him works was there and would sell me the next weeks comics early!
But alas, much like the GAP is every one's dirty little fashion secret, reading comics was my little secret. Very few knew, I had taken up the reading and to some extent collecting comics again.
So here we are at the mac banquet, Chris, Karen, Rolf, Zach and Ethan chatting away. With great horror I listen as Chris outs me. "man, you had some great comics man, that wolverine was really good!" How long have you been collecting. I could see the color leave Karen and Rolf's faces. I could see the judgement in Zach's eyes. I could feel the redness in my checks. I had been outed. I am a comic book geek.
Chris trying to be apologetic, realized that I wasn't out, "dude your blog, I thought everyone knew!!" I just smiled and said," yeah, thanks for outing me, man."
Everyone laughed to break the tension a little, all the while knowing my dirty little secret. Please don't judge me too harshly, I was born this way.
Sunday's ride was more of the same, another stacked
group of riders including fryberger, nick shaffer, Glenn, Buddy the leg breaker, K-man, and Wes the Conqueror. I was at the front, and tried to set tempo. The trails were frozen and had superhero traction. At home in Fairhill, with no rocks to be found, I felt my flow creep to the surface even if just for a little while. The group was pretty quiet, but I think that was more an effect of the cold than my pace. Wes and I peeled off the group on top of 5 bridges and finished up with some of the DTS boys as we cut through gallagher and back to my home. The last 45 minutes of this ride were filled with constant thoughts of kate's brunch. No not that Kate, but what they hell it's a nice picture. (photo by Josh)Diane and Wes both had hang over helpers, which consist of eggs, bacon, scrapple and cheese on a light fluffy croissant. Wes went sans scrapple much to my dismay. I went with the steady eddie, breakfast quesidilla, which usually I can't finish, but on this day I had no issues polishing that bitch off. On teh way home we were all full and happy. My only thought was, has my new X-men showed up yet?
respect
fm
