- i'm pretty solid with temps that run low. but, the pipes are busted in our century old frickin' building and i have to admit ... working in a place that's hovering around 50 degrees is becoming tough.
the other kids have brought in little space heater doodads to keep their tushies n' toes warm against the coastal morning chill. but, the damn things overload the building's spinal cord and every 30 minutes, or so, somebody kicks on a pot of tea and blows out my office.
saves, every 5 minutes.
- last night, at the local winery ... looking for something called cointreau for the margaritas my honey is going to swivel up.
me: yeah, i'm looking for some orangey-flavored alchy-hol thing for margaritas.
me: well, i thought she said something like con-trow, or coin-tree ...
me: ok, ok ... look, will it make me drunk?
him: yeah - trust me, if you want an authentic margarita ... this is what you need.
oy ~ 22 year-old white boy telling me how to make an authentic margarita.
That's so hot.
- San Bruno Hill Climb ... my own little bit of tradition. Every year I've been on the left coast and every year they've run the thing ~ I've done this race.
I love how hell-ass goofy the thing is ... mass start hill climb in chill, rainy weather with half the field still hung-over (the other half still drunk). It's short, it's painful, it's my way of ringing in the new year.
- Clean racers are dope.