So with 12 days to go until I….well….go, my ways of indulgence are coming to a close (some more abruptly than others). I went to see Enon at Larimer Lounge with Phil last week which was awesome. Good show all around minus some weird lady who persisted in peeking over Phil and my shoulders to see the song list, awkwardly putting random stuff around us and on the stage in front of us, and just being generally creepy all around. Nevertheless, the show was great, and I saw the employee from my bank who looks like the main character in the movie Secretary. At least she has good taste in music.
The weekend was passed with bike rides, the Avalanche games, me finally selling my Selle San Marco Regal saddle (I bought it two years ago and realised I hated it), and hanging out with my buddy from Prague who was working down the street from me. I was constantly on the move Sunday, and between walking around, riding my bike, and jogging, I covered about 40 miles easily. It was the most I’d been moving about…just to be moving about. The night ended with me fixing a bike at Alex’s house (to hone those maintenance skillz!).
Monday I was up at the crack of dawn to get my laptop repaired. A part of the hand rest inexplicably broke off, but fortunately it was under warranty. That morning, I also discovered that the person I’d been stealing internet from for the past 6 months finally got the sense to password protect their connection (But yoshi! I thought we were friends!) The laptop was pretty worthless to me without internet anyway, so I didn’t particularly mind parting ways with it to get it repaired. After a workout at the gym, Mom and I dinked around and did some errands. Following this, I was going to go see how my wheel truing skillz were and headed over to Alex’s house to test them out. Well, riding down there, about half a mile from his house I noticed my bike was handling quite poorly. Upon further inspection, I discovered I had a flat tire – a bad omen. So I walked over to Alex’s where we successfully tightened up his spokes, got the wheel running true, only to realise that the main problem was his brakes were crappy. So we just did all that work for nought. Due to my flat tire, I had to invest a little more repair time than I planned. I found just a tiny hole in the tube, put a patch on it and thought I was ready to roll. No, this 30 year old tube was having none of that and promptly burst a hole in another spot. So I headed over to the bike shop to get a tube where my conversation with the employee was as follows:
“You want a couple tubes?”
“No, just one will be fine.”
“Ah, so you must be feeling lucky…”
“I’m only going to be around for a couple more weeks, so I should be fine.”
Back to Alex’s where I pumped up the tire put the wheel back on, and waited to make sure nothing was wrong with it. I hadn’t found anything sharp in the tire itself, but I’m overly paranoid. A few minutes later I headed home with about a million mph headwind that I fought through with the four-word phrase “Go go Goggins bike!” Well, go go it did until I got 7 blocks from my house – that’s right, a flat tire. The same one. So now I know what the issue is, my bikes are pissed off at me. They’re out to get me because they won’t be ridden for two years, so they’re conveying their dissatisfaction with my decision.
The night was capped off by bar-hopping with Alex that also didn’t go according to plan. We ended up walking home last night where I parted ways with Alex at the alley in back of my house. I woke up at 11 this morning without any recollection of that journey down the alley and to my bed. I apparently broke off the towel rack and exploded once I entered my room. I don’t understand it – we walked three miles and I was definitely feeling less inebriated towards the end. It doesn’t fit together with me, but as a drunk Russian said this week on BBC, “What doesn’t happen when you’re drunk?”
Well said.
Tonight is the Kimya Dawson concert – concert number 2 in a seven day stretch, with concert number 3 being tomorrow night up in Boulder. Stars if you’re curious.
Time just keeps ticking.
