comedy of errors :0)

this holiday weekend truly was a comedy of errors. it started with friday night and happy hour with the work crew. we were just sitting, relaxing, and chatting mostly about non-work stuff. after a few cocktails, somehow it became a good idea to sing karaoke! i blame this idea on bbaker!! so he enticed (and michelle pushed) myself and missy up on stage with b to sing summer night. throughout the course of the evening we even managed to get ferdi on stage who did a funky rendition of attempting to make brandon his hoe!! regardless, it was a night full of ridiculiousness and hilarity! saturday proved to be no less of a day of retardedness. i lay in bed attempting to will my body up and moving which proved to be serious work. no, i was not hung over since i really didn't drink that much (2 drinks in 5 hours).

i talked myself into getting out of bed and moving to get my stuff together for the tri club ride. in the process of gathering myself, i managed to douse my counter with water and lose my bike shoes for a good 10 minutes. after lots of struggling and banging my way around my apartment, i gathered my stuff and shuffled off to the car. i get down to del mar and attempt to change my rear tire while still finishing my breakfast and chatting to ryan about just telling me what the course was so i could just go on my own cause i was not having a quick morning. he says no worries that he'll wait for me so i throw myself into overdrive and manage to make it to the starbucks as everyone is making their left to go out on the course and katie b is yelling at me to move my lazy arse. great. i hate being rushed and i'm now rushing to catch up. there has GOT to be something wrong with my bike though cause i am dragging slower than i've ever dragged. ryan, the gentleman that he is, stops with me in an attempt to figure out what it was. as he's looking at my bike i manage to break the only hair tie i have with me so i have to now jerry rig a new one! we can't figure out what's wrong with the Guru so we keep truckin as my baby boy is making awful noises that scare both of us. as i'm dragging along and ryan's slowing to allow me to follow him, i'm getting more and more frustrated. i mean i'm pushing it to make it down hills. that's absolutely WRONG and ryan's convinced eventually he's going to see me walking down the road with no bike cause i've tossed it under a semi! by the time we end del dios and are hitting up our left turn to go north, we gotta stop and get some water so i suggest traci's since it's free and close. turns out it's on the way so i give her a shout and we ride by for some ice and water. the comedy of error continues as we're about to leave and i manage to almost crash on top of traci's car in an attempt to leave her driveway! no, i don't know what's wrong with me. so we head out and hit up elfin forest and rancho santa fe on our way to la costa and low and behold my legs finally kick in around mile 40 of 60. WTF?!!?!?!! ryan is amazed that i'm finally ridin his back tire since he'd gotten used to waiting for me. there were even points where i was leading and slowed up for him! i do NOT know wtf is wrong with my legs and why they all of a sudden kick in but at least they did kick in :0)

we meet up with katie b at b&l for some supplies and my new pair of zoot shoes then head off to get a post workout burger. we attempt to be polite by sitting at the bar so the three of us are not taking over a 7 person table but we got shafted and ignored by the bartender. NOTE: it is not a good idea to ignore three hungry, smelly, exhausted triathlets who need food. it took forever to get his attention, to order, to get water, to get anything! i got so frustrated with the dude i even pondered throwing my plastic cup of ice to call his attention over but didn't want to risk the loss of my meal by getting kicked out. we finally get our food and are silent for a good 5 minutes while we devoured our food. this was by far the best burger on the face of the planet (it does help that i was beyond starving).

we say our bye's and i head to brandon and sarah's new place to help paint. at this point i am beyond disgusting and gag every time i smell myself!! they don't mind though cause it's 90 in the house and they're just about as smelly as i was! even though we painted our butts off, we only ended up getting the entry, living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway and half the guest room primed cause there were only the three of us working. from what i understand though, they got everything painted and the colors look kick ass!! by the time we finish and head to their apartment, i am 4 layers deep of filth, stench, mud, grease, paint, and foulness that's too horrible to imagine. we're exhausted but b is kind enough to get us some food so we could unwind before i headed home for some seriously needed sleep.

sunday i wake up to a phone call from bry. he needs help moving k. umm wtf?! i call dad, bry, katie b and paula in attempt to settle my now chaotic day and shift plans so i can help bry out. i was less than thrilled about moving and packing when all i had planned was a swim, brunch, mimosas, and good times with paula. katie b unfortunately got to hear most of the bitching and i got over it before helping bry cause i didn't want him to feel bad about asking for help (which i could tell he already did). we hit up some sonic on the way there and got to the LA place with every intention of getting the stuff loaded as quickly as possible. as it turns out, k hadn't packed a thing. ok that's a slight exaggeration, she'd packed the bottom of two small boxes with toiletries. talk about disappointing. we throw stuff into drawers, trash bags, and just about anything we could find as quickly as we could because we did not want to be there any longer than necessary. we piled everything on the truck as high and awkwardly as possible and headed on our way. well, apparently we didn't quite secure the box next to the chest of drawers very well because about 5 miles down the road i notice that we're spewing underwear all over the road! i yell at bry "pull over, we're losing underwear!!!" and we both burst out laughing as he throws on his hazards and pulls over. luckily we didn't lose all of her panties but needless to say, she's going to need a victoria's secret card for christmas :0) that evening, i did end up getting to hang out with paula and we did end up having our baby pizzas. it was great to see her considering it has been months since we've spent time together. we got to catch up on the latest and greatest, watch a good movie and some tv, and just generally relax. it was by far the most lazy and relaxed i've been in a while. it was phenomenal to see her and spend time with her :0) i crashed on her couch and got a bit more paula time on monday morning/afternoon which was again, much needed and loved time!

the rest of the day was spent with cyn and bri up in the 0-side. we did some cooking, i did some bike cleaning, we did some movie watching, and i finally got in a few mimosas for the weekend!! i ended up getting a tour of the new house and played a little with fletcher.
with all the bumps and bruises, the insanity and the drama, it was a great weekend. i got to see a lot of people i've been missing and find mischief where there seemed to be none. once again prooving that i am a constant source of entertainment to those around me :0) i can only imagine what this next weekend with super diamond and the filpi's will hold........

~danban