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I was one too late in registering for the Moonlight Classic. Last night I went out to downtown Denver, joined a mob, and went on a twenty-mile bike ride. It was a lot of fun, and not nearly as painful or difficult as I'd expected. Apparently my muscles have good endurance, but are weak - riding around here, it's the hills that kill me. I get horribly bent out even on the short ride from Pomona to Mudd. On the flats, though, I can go forever, or until my crotch stages a revolution. So, I'm pondering a habit for the school year. Three nights a week, I (and anyone who wants to come along) will set aside my work at the stroke of midnight and go unlock my bicycle and go. Hopefully the streets will be empty enough that I can wander, find some good flattish routes, and just bike for an hour or so and then come back. We'll see how long that lasts.
But, yeah. I don't have much to say. There is apparently family dinner tonight across the valley. It's "throw stuff on the grill" meaning an ass hassle. First of all, we'll be told to arrive about six to start dinner. At 6:15, they'll start lighting the grill, and have it ready to cook stuff about 6:45 or seven. By seven, when I want to be home, they'll put the burgers on, and I'll stare miserably at the horrible hunks of unrecognizable beef and wait for a place to put my chicken. I'll dodge awkward questions and try to keep my mouth shut until my chicken is done, eat it as quickly as possible, and then make up some lame excuse and come running back here. By which time, I'll be horribly late for campaign, frustrated and angry at family, and just generally not in a good mood.
Either that or I'll have the lame excuse available beforehand and not go. Damn, that'd be nice.
It hasn't been a good week for the family's acquaintances. Last week, one of our friends from Snowmass was discovered dead in her Boulder apartment under questionable circumstances. Last night, my in-law Darlene was rushed to the hospital with diabetes complications; this is the same branch of the family that is hosting the dinner tonight. I do not expect the atmosphere to be pleasant, after all, this is also the same one that asked if I was going to a liberal arts college. Mike then proceeded to loudly state that there need to be more "conservative arts colleges". Ugh. So, I feel neither entirely safe nor entirely welcome among my extended family.
But that's water under the bridge. I leave Tuesday and don't have to worry about any of it. Thank gods.
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But, yeah. I don't have much to say. There is apparently family dinner tonight across the valley. It's "throw stuff on the grill" meaning an ass hassle. First of all, we'll be told to arrive about six to start dinner. At 6:15, they'll start lighting the grill, and have it ready to cook stuff about 6:45 or seven. By seven, when I want to be home, they'll put the burgers on, and I'll stare miserably at the horrible hunks of unrecognizable beef and wait for a place to put my chicken. I'll dodge awkward questions and try to keep my mouth shut until my chicken is done, eat it as quickly as possible, and then make up some lame excuse and come running back here. By which time, I'll be horribly late for campaign, frustrated and angry at family, and just generally not in a good mood.
Either that or I'll have the lame excuse available beforehand and not go. Damn, that'd be nice.
It hasn't been a good week for the family's acquaintances. Last week, one of our friends from Snowmass was discovered dead in her Boulder apartment under questionable circumstances. Last night, my in-law Darlene was rushed to the hospital with diabetes complications; this is the same branch of the family that is hosting the dinner tonight. I do not expect the atmosphere to be pleasant, after all, this is also the same one that asked if I was going to a liberal arts college. Mike then proceeded to loudly state that there need to be more "conservative arts colleges". Ugh. So, I feel neither entirely safe nor entirely welcome among my extended family.
But that's water under the bridge. I leave Tuesday and don't have to worry about any of it. Thank gods.
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