Drunken Weekend

So Friday night was our company party. Hopefully I'll get some pics up from that soon. Lots of liquor and acting like a jackass. Trampolines, beer and Cressman. How can you beat that?? Woke up Saturday feeling like ass, so didn't do anything active till late afternoon when Erin and I went for a run.

Had a lazy dinner Saturday night at Crave on 12th, then went downtown to enjoy the 80+ degree weather at the Apartment for a drink or two on the deck. Called Metro Todd who rolled up on his vintage cruiser. Sundt called, Morgan called and Marco somehow ended up in the mix. Basically, nothing good can come of that mixture of dudes. We met them as well as the Keanes and Troy up at Lindas. I don't think I've ever been to Linda's and not been super hammered. Partied it up there till around closing then someone suggested we needed food. We grabbed some frites up the street. Extra tasty at 2:30am, not so tasty at 10am the next day. 3 D's before 11am sucked.

I paid for all the party time at Seward the next day. Westy called and was racing, so I drug my butt out there as well. For some reason I decided to go with a move during the race and ended up off the front for a good portion of it. Felt like total ass, but was up in the mix the whole time while Westy was hiding from the wind at the back. As usual, the break was brought back and it was a sprint finish where I ended up 9th or something. I won it last year, so 9th is not what I wanted (it never is), but all things considered it was acceptable.

The scary thing was that a total of 5 Westovers were at the race. They are breeding like rabbits! I finally believe that Steve's kid is actually his, as she yells a lot of loud incoherent stuff during the race, jsut like her dad.