I have much to do again, so I’ll be keeping this post short which seems to be the norm these days.
Friday And Saturday With The Royalty
The Raleigh Royalty were in town for some big-to-do swim meet at Georgia Tech this weekend. I met up with them on Friday night for dinner. On Saturday I hung with their crowd, attending the swim meet, and then going to the top of the Westin to enjoy a few beverages as we rotated around the building. It’s been a long time, perhaps twenty years, since I’ve gone to the Sundial Bar on the 72nd floor of the Westin. This trip also reconfirmed that I would be a terrible choice for a partner on The Amazing Race as I got a wee bit anxious inside the glass elevator that takes you to the top.
Movie Sign!
On Sunday afternoon, after finally coming to grips with losing an hour, I returned to Georgia Tech, this time to attend the Banff Mountain Film and Book Festival world tour at the Ferst Center for the Arts.
The evening started off by running into Jo Anna and Mike (aka “Arbitrary Sex” and “Ball Handler”) who, as came to no surprise to me, have been coming to the film festival for years.
The film festival consisted of eleven films, ranging from three to thirty-three minutes long, which were a part of last year’s Banff Mountain Film and Book Festival. As you may imagine the films mostly have a theme relating to outdoor activities and ecological concerns. Though I didn’t win any of the door prizes I did enjoy the films.
The most astonishing part of the night was the amount of ill-will shown by all of the people who left the film festival and got into their Earth-destroying gas cars. I saw people giving each other the finger and I was honked at for trying to back up enough so that I could make a turn without taking out the median between the exit lanes. I almost wished that I had hung around the venue longer in order to avoid the array of assholes who feverishly attempted to escape the event.
Still Not 100%
I was hoping that by this morning the crud would have completely evacuated my body. Alas, it has not. I must say that this illness came at a somewhat convenient time, coming at the same time as I’ve been forced to stay off my bike in order to allow my knee to recover.
Okay, I have work to do. Until tomorrow…
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
I think it is pollen that is getting me down – I’m just so tired & I feel like I’ve been getting the same amount of sleep as I usually do.
Did a ride on SCT Saturday morning – then got home & took a nap. I NEVER nap. That’s why I think my seasonal allergies have arrived.
Sauercrotch (Jeff) & his wife Purple something (Dana) came into town for the Cirque de Soliel show (no idea if I spelled that right). They live in Columbia, SC so they spent the night. We went to the Marietta Square for dinner & then to another bar for some music. It was fun.
Allan has a very sore toe – we think he may have Turf Toe. Anyone know anything about that?
And – back to the fun with Cobb County code enforcement – Peter (GE) had to get his old VW GTI out of his carport. You can not have a non working vehicle in a carport – it has to be in an enclosed garage. It was a fun FB duscussion yesterday about that.
Funny, I was thinking about Code Enforcement this morning when I saw the man in his camper.
How nice to assume everyone has an enclosed garage… ah the nanny state.
Friday I attempted to ride to the inlaws for lunch, and after fixing a flat at about 3 miles in (thanks to the fresh gravel on our road from the county), I threw in the towel at about 25 miles. My hands were killing me a little more than normal. Maybe the new tape is a bit tighter and I had cheap gloves on, but I just couldn’t get my hands to un-numb.
Saturday, a small group of Games folks walked in the largely attended St. Patrick’s Day parade. I thought we were going to have to carry a bass drum, as the pipe band ahead of us was having an issue about 3/4 of the way through. He took a break and got some water and made it to the end.
Sunday, after breakfast at HH, I did some chores and went out for 25 on the CX bike- different frame angles, not near the hand problems. Then joined Debbie and the fox hunters for the end of the season party. Zelda came along as well and was the focus of a young Jack Russell terrier, who had a thing for Zelda’s leg. We were all quite amused, while Zelda didn’t know what to make of him.
-FP