Labor Day. or How to get things done and still be a slacker
I did nothing yesterday. "Nothing" is of course, not a technical term. It can have many meanings. In this case, I mean to say "Nothing of any importance or value." The most productive things i did on Labor day were (In order) eat cereal, lounge about, take a bath, get a burrito, watch TV, get ice cream, and watch A Knight's Tale. For the purposes of this holiday, i'm counting it as ending at 7:15pm, when i got down to business. I met some Creatures at Dave and Sean and G's house for a Rally Planning meeting. We sat around and tried to one up each other in slackerdom.
A brief word on the rally: It's going to be really fun. We're putting a lot of effort, resources, money and time into making this a great time for everyone. But my lips are sealed, so you just have to wait for September 22nd.
After the rally meeting adjourned, we rode down to The Edinburgh Castle for a quick drink, a game of dice(I won $5), and maybe slice of pizza or an order of fish and chips wrapped in newspaper. Then it was off into the chilly San Francisco night, borne east down Geary on Ancient and disabused machines. I stopped and bought a bottle of Old Crow while others were getting gas. As Lindsay put it, "liquor is like an extra jacket"
We rode down the Great highway, I raced an orange Motobecane down a crazy long sweeping hill, pushing it further than it had gone in many years, and further sill. Faster than even some of the Polini's. I took a turn so fast i could hardly hold the line of the curve and came within several feet of a parked Impala. Then it was straight on down the coast, past Ocean beach with its bonfires and crashing waves. My ped may be fast down a hill, but it can't hold a straight for much. I had to really tuck in and keep my air drag down to keep up, all the way down to the dunes at Fort Funston.
We drove up into the dunes, along narrow concrete paths bordered by sand and cliffs edges. Lit only by our dim headlights, we finally found our way to spot where we could get out to the sand cliffs, which stand shakily, fifty feet above the narrow beach and crashing surf. We laughed, we drank, we stood far to close to the edge. Justin climbed a flag pole on the edge near the actual fort and tried to steal the wind sock, hanging by his hands over a 130 foot drop. By the time i got home, i was chilled to the bone and it was far past my bedtime.
So I wasn't a total slacker and it was a good day off.
A brief word on the rally: It's going to be really fun. We're putting a lot of effort, resources, money and time into making this a great time for everyone. But my lips are sealed, so you just have to wait for September 22nd.
After the rally meeting adjourned, we rode down to The Edinburgh Castle for a quick drink, a game of dice(I won $5), and maybe slice of pizza or an order of fish and chips wrapped in newspaper. Then it was off into the chilly San Francisco night, borne east down Geary on Ancient and disabused machines. I stopped and bought a bottle of Old Crow while others were getting gas. As Lindsay put it, "liquor is like an extra jacket"
We rode down the Great highway, I raced an orange Motobecane down a crazy long sweeping hill, pushing it further than it had gone in many years, and further sill. Faster than even some of the Polini's. I took a turn so fast i could hardly hold the line of the curve and came within several feet of a parked Impala. Then it was straight on down the coast, past Ocean beach with its bonfires and crashing waves. My ped may be fast down a hill, but it can't hold a straight for much. I had to really tuck in and keep my air drag down to keep up, all the way down to the dunes at Fort Funston.
We drove up into the dunes, along narrow concrete paths bordered by sand and cliffs edges. Lit only by our dim headlights, we finally found our way to spot where we could get out to the sand cliffs, which stand shakily, fifty feet above the narrow beach and crashing surf. We laughed, we drank, we stood far to close to the edge. Justin climbed a flag pole on the edge near the actual fort and tried to steal the wind sock, hanging by his hands over a 130 foot drop. By the time i got home, i was chilled to the bone and it was far past my bedtime.
So I wasn't a total slacker and it was a good day off.