Brunk Dlog Time

Let me start this off by stating that I am drunk. 2 beers and 2 strong and tasty pomegranate mojitos and I am done in. I guess I'm a light weight. So right off the bat I apologize for any and all misspellings and incorrect grammar bc/ this post will be riddled w/ tit. That's right, I said tit instead of it. Get used to it.

Second off, thank you to everyone who stuck with me through me temporary blogging break. I know it wasn't that long, but generally us bloggee's have short attention spans. At least, I know I do. And I really TRIED to keep up to date on the blogs I read but it was damn near impossible. You guys rock my socks off and post so often (which is a good thing, don't get me wrong) and I just couldn't keep up. So I've lagged. I apologize. I sound just like I would if I had biked the 150 miles this weekend like my wonderful hubs = lagging behind. :)

That's right. The MS 150 was this weekend and I didn't ride it. I feel like a complete slacker. I've rode it the past 2 years and this year it was an unsure thing up until the last minute so I did the MS Walk in Des Moines instead (which I've written about and would link to if I weren't so lazy and half (read: totally) drunk) So I apologize if this doesn't make sense. You have NO idea how much I have backspaced on this post so far.

Anyway, I didn't ride it. I was the chauffeur. I carted Wade, Bob, Amy and Steve up to Proctor, drank my ass off with them, slept in until 9:30 the next morning, made an emergency pit stop at their lunch stop on the route to drop off a jersey for a biker who wrecked, and met them in Hinckley, where I proceeded to try to check into our room but they wouldn't let me b/c the room was in my husband's name and, well, you never just know, we could have divorced and I may have been trying to steal his room yet put it on my card still... You know, b/c a lot of people want to do that and hang w/ their exes and... Wait, that doesn't make a lot of sense does it? Nope it doesn't. Lame. So I wasted $30 on slots until I could get a hold of Wade on the route and he could add me to his registration and I could check in and shower. So completely ridiculous.

After that it was a good night but we lost $80 on blackjack in about 15 minutes. Worst. Table. Ever. They all took off early Sunday morning to finish up the 2nd half of the ride and I took my time, woke up around 9 and drove back home. Picked up Kobe and met them at the finish line. Aren't they a classy bunch!?!? (Be sure to zoom in on Kobe, he didn't bike, but he looks so cute doing a raspberry!) (Or maybe I'm just easily amused???) I'm so proud. I know they worked their asses off. Actually I know they worked their asses raw. Their asses will hurt for the next 2 weeks. It's brutal. And I'm not lying. It's so painful. So I was happy to be their chauffeur and would gladly take up this position at any time in the future.

So let's give them a hi-five and a cheers! They worked hard and raised a lot of money towards finding the cure for MS. And Fuck MS! It can totally suck it! :)

Ta ta my lovlies. Next time I'll try to be sober, more interesting and more coherent... :) Maybe.