Jun. 29th, 2008

threadwalker: (Up all night)
Sabrina's dress progressed until I needed to do top-stitching. Then I realized I don't have the exact right shade of green. Boo hoo! I'm not sure if she gave it to me and I lost it OR she didn't and I'd forgotten I needed to get some. Ah well. Poop!

but... If I can squeeze in 6 more hours of sewing tomorrow (not sure if I really need 6, but given the interuptions around here, it's better to be generous with the time allotment) I'll have everything except for hem and guarding done. ... and since the note pad I jotted the skirt measurements onto got snatched by one of my daring duo (I assume since they are notorious note-pad snatchers)... I'm guesstimating the skirt until I get put the whole thing on Sabrina... why am I babbling???? Oh! right. It's late and I'm restless.

In the intersest of stalling the weary climb up the stairs to bed, here's my version of the "three things you've done that no one else on your F-list have done" (I threw in a few extra because I know some really adventursome folks who get around)

Edit You guys slay me. Deleting numbers 3, 4, 5. How about mash pits for metal bands? Any takers? How about playing in graveyards? How about broken down truck in Mendecino mtns followed by midnight hike down dirt roads to civilization? How about swimming down lengths of the Eel River? Ever try to lead Japanese engineers (in Matsumoto) into a round of calistenics while their daily "happy" music was playing at 3pm? (Watching grown men giggle is hysterical.) Ever eat squid in its ink in Venice? (yeah, I'll try anything once.)... so my list is whittled down to:

1. Skinny dipped in Lake Ontario (at night...brrrr!)

2. sweet talked some Italian maintenance crew into letting me into the colliseum in Verona when it was supposedly shut down to tourists (I winked and smiled a lot since my Italian is crude)

6. Used a breast pump in the ladies room at the Uffizi Gallery and Pitti Palace.
threadwalker: (Good Sweat)
The bike ride was great. Talked to a Deathride Vet while climbing the first hill. Lots of good advice. Passed by someone else w/ Deathride jersey. Man... all the cool kids have one!

Here's my summary:

Howard: Ride like the wind, Bullseye
HRJ: Chariots of Fire
Victor: Never Surrender, Never Give up
Me: You spin me right round baby like a record...

Howard is a Deathride Vet. Need I say more?

HRJ is a tempest in a tea cup. Do NOT get in her way, she will run you down and laugh while she's doing it. And she's not even riding a proper road bike.

But apparently I'm a liar. A low down, dirty liar. I did laps between the tops of hills and our straggler, Vic, as he closed in on the hill tops. I think I broke Vic on this ride; F is a little vexed that I may have broken his childhood buddy. Although I did offer to call in the strike force to pull him out (a la hubby and kids and truck), but he got mulish and said his pride won't allow it. Vic still loves me, but he's not ever going to believe me ever again about difficulty of bike rides. Ever!

I feel terrible about it. I guess I'm not a beginner and my idea of "easy" is not on par with everyone else's idea of easy. I've been training solo forever and I have no yardstick for level of difficulty. I feel terrible. I totally owe Vic.

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