Throw Down
Last night I went to a good old fashion kegger at Louder’s pad. I could not remember what his address was so I drove around his hood until I saw a bunch of cars. I went in to a house that had a bunch of people in it drinking and such but they definitely were not bike racers. Crap. I went home, Sly called me back from the Pampered Chef party he was at and told me where Jeffs place was. Eventually I got the rally going and went. I am glad I did. It is funny to watch what happens when a bunch of endurance athletes who live most of the year like monks get together for some end of season fun. The combination of all that pent up energy and single digit body fat makes for a pretty cheap drunk and endless entertainment. Jeff and Burke used a fishing trip to Wyoming as a good excuse to pick up a keg of PBR. It was game on. I walk in and see the Humberts and T-Mac, Laurie slaps a refreshing cup of PBR(it is so sweet when it hits your lips) in my hand and starts busting my balls about her pool prowess (so far she is undefeated in our matches, damn it). So much for my early night. She introduces me to her friend Abbie who despite a Redi Whip addiction is an Olympic Nordic skier. Now I know I am in trouble. When I was in college the best parties were the Norwegian parties. I used to think it was because they were Norwegian, but now I think it is because they were all nordic skiers. Must be something about having a VO2 in the 80’s. For an hour I never even moved form the kitchen. Mudslides, PBR and Redi Whip abuse kept me quite entertained. Eventually I made it outside and here is what happened. Explained the finer points of teddy bear abuse to Burke. Sandy is no longer a hair farmer and looks like he is ready for his mission. When was the last time you did a keg stand? For me it was last night, before that I probably had a mullet and was listening to the new Whitesnake cassette. Good times.
I took a couple of pictures which can be found here.
