oh shit, I bought this bottle of beer at Bottleworks, a 22 oz from our friends at Full Sail. I go ahead and decide to drink it, looking at the %-age After I pour it into a glass. "Oh, shit, this is barley wine (really, the label was very understated, this was all in the "fine print" and, ummm... its 9.86%." hmmmm

I went to PDX with T&A (how abbreviatory!) for a Orienteering meet, and some general wandering around, yesterday. I seriously fucked up the first control, then proceeded nearly flawlessly through the other 15; but my titanic fuck-up on #1 meant Tyler pipped me by 30 seconds. We then went to the Rock Bottom for lunch, went to the airport, realized we weren't going to get a flight until later, went back to downtown to go to Powells, then went back to the airport, got an added flight that was still delayed home, stopped by the Dog and Pony were they mercifully kept the kitchen open just for us, and I got home after midnight. That was a lot of time killing just to fly for free, and one could question whether or not we shouldv'e just rented a damn car, but its all a part of the game, I suppose.... I knew what I was signing on for when Tyler called me Friday evening. Still, the fact that I left the house at 6:30, and got home after midnight, made for a long day.

And then I had one of these Brutal 9:00 am soccer games this morning. My team played terribly, I played very average, we lost 2-1, and finished our awful Winter season 0-8-2. I went for lunch and a beer with a coupe teammates at some swank Bellevue billiards place... i have no idea why Tim picked this place to go to after a soccer game -- after soccer game places need to be a little lower rent, quite frankly.

Then I got home, relaxed for a bit, and got terribly bored. So, given the sunny if not altogether warm weather, I decided to jump on my bike. I ended up riding to Seward Park and back, actually getting in some really good, metronomic, high-paced tempo in on the flat, smooth, gentle S-curves of Lake Washington Blvd (the stretch from just past I-90 until the Park is divine, with smooth asphalt and delightful esplanade routing. Other parts of L.W.Blvd. are that awful paneled,bumpy concrete shit) Any uphill grade severely taxed my capabilities, given the fact that I Had played a freakin' soccer game this morning, but let me tell you, as a neophyte biker, and someone with an athletic background that centers around the running thing, a half-decent road bike is like finding the Wheels of God.