Delayed And Estranged
Thanksgiving Day, 4:28 PM. The meal is over, family is gone and I am chilling, blogging and digesting in the guest room of my Dad's house, on what could be the world's most uncomfortable and noisy bed. They should call the bed the "Sex Killer," 'cause while it is silent for blogging, there ain't nothin' happening on this bed later without the whole house knowing about. CURSE YOU GUEST BED! Of course the floor proved pretty solid back in my dating days...
YIKES! I'm offtrack, aren't I? Sorry.
The week has been proving tough and strange so far. Driving from Michigan to PA and not having a place to stay, means Moving from Poppy's House to Pappy's House and back, to split time. There has been some good times so far but sadly they were sandwiched in between some stress and nutz-o family stuff. Miscommunications, hurt feelings and my bad reactions to those added a little bit of drama to last 24 hours, but the meal itself went off without any Springer-esque scene. Oh well, shit happens, and this shit could have been a lot worse. Glad the day went OK though.
I was able to squeeze a short 1.5 hour MTB road ride in out in White Oak yesterday, and make it to Penn Hills to pick up a batch of fresh off the presses XXC 'Fun Hurts..." T shirts, but NOT without putting us behind schedule on the day, and enhancing the above mentioned miscommunication with other family on times of arrivals, etc., I hate the holidays. I love the routine of every day.
We were able to meet up with some friends last night at their crib and it was great to see them. Great conversation, good times and good pizza. Not to mention dude had a 1/2 keg of Dogfish Head Indian Brown (AKA The Best Beer In The World) in the kegerator!
I would like to brave Monroeville "Black Friday Madness" to check out the new Pro Bikes shop. Maybe even pick up some new Ignitors and get them Stans-ed up. Not sure if I will make it or not though.
That's it, nothing much else planned for the weekend, maybe another ride, but if it adds to any holiday stress I will abort. One holiday down in what is the Holiday Trifecta of Evil. Good times.... good times....
Time to maybe get into some left overs. OR look for Wifey and see if she wants to pretend it's 1995 or something.