It’s been a minute since I blindly punched the keys of this old computer while connected to this stupid website. For that, I hope you forgive me and warmly accept my musings into your cold, black heart. There have been changes in my hazy life since we last conversed, but let me tell you, I probably felt they were a bigger deal when they, those things, happened than I do at all at this point. Those things? Where do we start…
Uno: Being that I enjoy addressing things that not only don’t really matter in my life, but neither in yours, I am now the Midwest representative to the North American Hardcourt board for bicycle polo. What does this mean, apparently nothing; as we have rules that when it comers down to making actual decisions that affect people’s polo lives the written rules are effectively up to interpretation. I could go into this more, but let’s face it, you don’t care.
Dos: I’m 37. I had a birthday. Upon said birthday Louisville Bike Polo (I know, more bike polo, sorry) had a tournament of sorts in which some guys asked for sponsorship from a few companies (Chunk, State and Seagull) where they, the guys, took most the “prizes” for themselves and left little, if any for the apparent competitors of so-called tournament. Ugh. Additionally, for my birthday dinner, my lovely girlfriend decided we’d hit up some new Mexican joint that also made me sick not only immediately following my meal, but also a couple days after. Moral of the story, never trust a Mexican to choose a Mexican restaurant for vegan dining
Thrice: My hetero life partner, 1/3 my bosses and a mechanical engineer will be accompanying me tonight, Friday, April 26 to Nashville, TN to see none other than The Sword.
Four: Kona has sold out of the stupid mountain bike I had planned on buying myself. If any of you assholes have a 17″ Explosif for sale, get at me.
Happy birthday to me, fuck ii.