If you didn’t mind the rain yesterday.
On Saturday I arose and decided that the weather was too “iffy” for a morning bicycle ride. The weather was bad, but not terrible, I think I was the “iffy” part of the equation.
Without an early-morning commitment I gladly accepted an invitation to enjoy Tasty China with ITP-Reader Stacy and Aron. I arrived in Cobb county super-early and dropping into a Goodwill to kill some time. My visit to Goodwill was spurred on by the one I’d made with the hashers in Portland. In the Portland Goodwill they had fantastic stuff, including numerous cycling kits; in the Marietta Goodwill, notsomuch. Lunch was a success, and I stopped by Barb’s and Alan’s to say hello as they prepared for the Halloween Home Crawl. I wasn’t feeling it, so I had no intention of participating.
From Marietta I drove to the office, not to work, but to use as a launching point for an afternoon ride. True, I’d be missing the majority of the World’s Biggest Cocktail Party, but I needed the ride and I knew that Saturday afternoon would be my only opportunity.
After napping for an hour I changed into my long-sleeved, long-pant-legged cycling kit (because I brought the wrong short-legged-pants) and tooled around my routine ride for twenty-five miles. By the time I arrived back at the office the Gators had the game in hand and I decided to head home — especially because I was nasty from sweat.
Not even a twenty-five mile bike ride could convince me to eat dinner, because as you can possible imagine I consumed at least three meals’ worth of calories at Tasty China. So at home I snuggled under my covers, avoiding the possibility of giving off the appearance of being at home to the unexpected trick-or-treaters that I saw in the neighborhood. I was probably asleep by 9:00pm, thankfully missing the Mets’ loss that night.
Feeling partially refreshed I awoke Sunday morning, completely forgetting about the time change, and the non-sensical NFL game that was being played in London. Hey, NFL, Europe has its own brand of “football”, the type where the majority of players can only use their feet. I was an early arriver to the annual Dia del Muerto party planned/executed by Unable-To-Read-The-Blog-Terri at Former-ITP-Reader Betsy’s house. The party was a lot of fun, though I did a typical poor job at mingling, and ate way too much food as well.
Upon returning home from Betsy’s I watched the Falcons lose, and the I watched the Jets play so poorly that I turned their game off. I went 0-4 in sports rooting yesterday with losses by the Falcons, Jets, Packers, and, finally, the Mets. The Mets loss was especially frustrating because once again the Royals’ batters bested the Mets’ pitching, this time to win the World Series. My disappointment came through reading the account of the game because I refused to watch it — honestly I think I should stop pretending to be a fan of any sports team because I rarely make the time to watch the sports.
It’s going to be another busy day of work, followed by an evening at the lavanderia. In other words, just a normal day for me…