Thanks for the detailed epilogue of the weekend. Now I will give you mine.

Friday night started with me getting home and finishing building my brothers fixed gear. He bought an old as steel framed 10 speed bicycle off this guy for $50, so I took it in and stripped it down and make it a pretty sweet fixed gear. Then went inside to have dinner and pack all my gear for the event filled Saturday to come.

Saturday.... I wake at 3:30. Put on my gear. Take the dog outside. We eat our breakfasts. Coop goes in his room and by 4:10 I am on the road. The entire ride down to the Cape (location of race, 1:30 drive) it is raining profusely. I can't see the hood of my car on the highway. Must have hydroplaned from one lane to the next a few 10s of times. The entire way down I am watching the radar and calling the race committees to find out if the race is being canceled. I arrive at the race site at 5:50 am amped and ready for a 7am start. As I pull into the lot, this fugly woman with the worst lisp ever tells me that the race is "definitely canceled" (didn't understand why she said definitely. I think canceled is sufficient), so a frown hits my face and I drive up to the beach to look at the ocean. It looked a bit rough, but not too bad and the rain was just stopping (still and hour to race start) and the radar was clear for the rest of the morning. However, the race is "definitely canceled", so I got over it and started my drive back home to Boston. I am also set to play a round of golf at 10:42 am for a company tournament. So, I am hoping that still happens. On my journey home, I hit a straight away (im driving my bros car which has so speed to it) and I decide to punch it. I get to 95 and go right by a cop sitting on the side of the road. I take my foot off the gas, but don't hit the brake because it is just tooooo late at this point. I watch him watching me and my heart started to race. All i could think to myself was "fuck. not again" I continue to watch him as I am still doing 80+ and he never pulls out. Regardless, I hit the next exit and stop at my favorite place in all of America. Dunkin Donuts. Got myself a Bacon Egg and Cheese on a Croissant and a Med Iced Coffee and continued my journey back home. The rest of the ride was just like the ride down because I went right back into the storm. Made it home alive at about 7:30am. I enter the house and my roommates girlfriend is up and getting ready for her race of the day at 10am. A 5 mile road race in South Boston which isn't canceled. I tell her, "If I wasn't playing golf, id go do the race with her" Called up the golf course, and sure enough, canceled due to Hurricane Hanah. Thanks bitch. My fun filled day is now completely shot. I've been up for 4 and a half hours and its only 8am. Now I am wired out of my ass and I decide to go to the 5 mile road race with Meghan. gun goes off at 10am and people start flying. Had some really nasty runners in this race. Winner posted a mid 24 min. I came in at 290th with a time of 36:17. i was happy with it since it was hot as balls, it was a spur of the moment decision, and I still had Dunkies in my tummy. Had free beers and food after the race and chilled till about 12. Went home and hung out till 4ish when my new lady friend came over to hang for the night. We went out with some friends to get BBQ at 6. Went to a small party at 8 and hung out till about midnight. Been a long day for me and I am on about my 14th wind at this point. No naps were taken. The new chick sleeps over (insert dirty thoughts here) and Saturday night is over.

Sunday.... the girl and I have a little fun in the AM (insert more dirty thoughts here) and then we go get some breakfast at the diner down the street from me. The blueberry pancakes weren't the greatest but the eggs and home fries were delectable. We meet this southerner guy there who has done a lot of drugs in his time and loves to talk. Tells me how to make a proper scrambled egg, talked about pedal bikes, and old school musicians for a while. About 30 minutes later the girl and I had had enough of this guys ridiculous antics and I finally pulled away and walked home. The girl (Noelle) departs my home for hers. I rest a bit, watch Tom Brady get hurt, and then left at about 3:30 to go play golf. 4:15pm my bro and I are on the course as a two some. Slow fucking people in front of us all round. Gets to dark to continue at the end of hole 12 so we head for home. Hit BK on the way home. I consumed a 1750 calorie meal that consisted of a double whopper, med fried, med onion rings and a med coke. Damn was it good. Made it home with ample of time to catch entourage, but wasn't able to stay awake and was in bed at 10.

Now I have the longest post ever on this blog. (sticking my tongue out at you)