Riding home from work, a motorcycle slowed down next to me and asked me if I wanted to race. I knew he was just trying to be cute (and it’s way more clever than the dirty remarks and smooches that I usually get) and I thought I would be cute back and yelled, “bring it!”
Well, I brought it. Because that looser was stuck in traffic, I rode right by, waved, and said, “I won sucka!”
Yes, I really did say sucka.
Last night Tim had his little XxX team goodbye fiesta at Small Bar. Small bar has taught me two things over the past year: 1) I drink way more when I’m alone 2) I drink way more when drinks are bought for me.
Needless to say, I am sitting at work, completely unproductive, feeling like rotten death.
I’m pretty sure I made a drunken ass of myself. I want to assure those who were there that met me for the first time last night that I am in fact way cooler and less annoying when sober.
Why Flandis, Why? It will be interesting to see how this all plays out. At least they can’t take his yellow jersey away since he traded it for beer.