Sunday, June 12, 2005

ha cha cha

Wow, running in humidity sucks. Yesterday morning it was seventy degrees, but very very humid. It made the race a lot harder to run, but overall it went well. I was slower than the last one, but every race I learn more about my capabilities, and I love every bit of it.

I find out this week if I'm in the marathon this year. Oh, the anticipation.

The beer garden yesterday was phenomenal. I got there with RFW at two, and did not get home until one thirty am. We got to meet Bacon's parents, and they were delightful. They are from the Detroit area, so I ended up drunk dialing my dad so they could ask him if he remembers the name of some club that was popular in the sixties.

Am I the only person in the world that drunk dials their parents? They are the only people I call after tipping back a couple. Last time I did it, I called to find out if the Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior. It did, in case you didn't know.

Of the long day of drinking and hijinks, my favorite had to be at the very end. As the last of us were leaving, I stopped to say something to this kinda hot Irish guy that I had done a jig with earlier. I stopped and asked him to tell my friends about the jig, but all he could say was: "You - I would sleep with you for....for....nothing!!"

The sentiment I think was nice, however flawed the delivery. Reminds me of the time I went to the Hesitation Lounge in Michigan, and one of the patrons thought I was so attractive and classy that he told me "You could be a high class hooker. No, really! Like two or three hundred bucks a pop!"

I may mock, but a compliment is a compliment, after all. :)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, the hesitation lounge...fond, fond memories