Saturday, June 18, 2005

rainy Saturday

It's totally rainy. But I kind of like it, because it's the soft, misty Seattle rain that you don't even hear hitting the window. I want to be in my house, baking brownies or doing something else cozy.

Alas, I am at work. Blech. Every day I realize how I am more and more ready to be done here, and how glad I'll be to start my new job. Only a few days left, thankfully. The only thing I would change at this point is volunteering to work at Princeton on the 4th of July Holiday weekend. BOO. Now I'm stuck doing that, and I really. Really. Really don't want to. Oh well. I was trying to do the right thing and I need to follow through on it.

We had a fun night last night. Brett called me at work around 4, and asked if I'd be up for going to hear a musician play at some club in Bridgton. I was feeling more spontaneous than usual and said sure. So after work, we headed to the Big Kahuna Cafe in Bridgton to hear Jon Shain play. Brett had called to find out what time it started, and they said probably around 8 or 8:30. We got there around 8 and went find that we were the only people there, other than the bartender, Jon, and his wife Marie. We sat around and talked with them for an hour or so, which was really fun. I just like getting to know new people.

Anyway, then Jon played, and it was great. Luckily a few more people showed up. He's going to be there tonight and tomorrow night too. If you like folk/blues music at all, check out his website and give him a listen: Good stuff. And Big Kahuna was awesome! It reminded Brett and me of a McMenamin's -- good beer, fun atmosphere, good music. We'll be heading back up there. It's about an hour from us, so not too bad, and it's a pretty drive up past Sebago Lake.

Once again, I'm feeling exhausted today. Gr. I just want to feel normal again! Not sure if I should go back to the doctor and request bloodwork or not. After my visit a week or so ago I'm a little put out with her because of her dismissive attitude toward my concerns. Something isn't right: I just want to sleep...and sleep...and sleep. But I wake up by like 7:30 every morning, not feeling rested. It's frustrating.

I just got hung up on by a woman who thought she had an appt today, but she's not on the schedule and I'm booked solid so I can't go show her something. She was pissed. She said she drove down from Bangor because she'd been emailing with someone in our office (I think it was the intern) and she'd had an appointment at 11. Well, it wasn't on the calendar, and I am booked solid today, so there was no way I could show her anything. Ugh. She was very pissed. I don't blame her, really, but what a freaking crappy situation. I'm just annoyed that I had to deal with it.

Well, I should do some work. Only 4 more hours and I can go home and be cozy. Yay.

Friday, June 17, 2005

getting excited...

I'm getting really excited (and nervous!) for my new job. Last night, after dinner and CSI, I got in bed with my AP stylebook, my Contemporary Editing book, and my Newspaper Designers' Handbook. I read the chapter of CE about headlines. I think, oddly enough, that's what I'm most nervous about. Headlines, though seemingly simple, are actually really tough to write well. Writing stories and even designing pages are fairly intuitive for me; I'm confident that once I get on a computer and write or mess around with Pagemaker for an hour or so I'll be fine. It will all come back like riding a bicycle. But headlines? Yikes. They freak me out.

Anyway, T-minus 3 days and counting until Tuesday, when I get to go in for my first day. Woo!

Haven't mopedded in over a week. Boo. First, my sister was visiting with her kids, and then it's been rainy since. I miss it.

My house is a mess. I hate it. It was clean when Melissa came, and we managed to keep it fairly neat while she was here, but her last night we just didn't clean up dinner and just relaxed, and it's all gone downhill from there. Brett keeps saying he'll clean the kitchen up, but somehow it hasn't been done yet (I'm hopeful we'll get to it tonight). It just really needs to be deep-cleaned. I've actually considered hiring someone to do it, but I have very mixed feelings about that.

-- I wouldn't have to clean
-- I wouldn't have to nag Brett about cleaning
-- I would have less stress in my life
-- We have such a big house; it takes me forever to clean and I'd have more time on my days off to just relax

-- It's expensive
-- I feel bad hiring cleaners, because many of them work such crappy jobs for such low wages that they can't even survive (think Nickel and Dimed, by Barbara Eherenreich),
-- I'd feel like such a slacker, guilty that I wasn't just taking care of it myself
-- It's kind of weird and borderline embarassing to have someone else cleaning your toilet, your dirt, your filth, don't you think?

Yeah, it's truly not feasible financially and I think it's not something I want to do anyway because of the social implications. I guess I'll just have to live with a semi-messy/dirty house for now.

Anyway, I should get back to work. Lots to do today in anticipation of my last day next week. Loose ends to wrap up, and all that.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Just a little overwhelmed...

I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed and stressed right now. This is my schedule for the next month or so...

June 13 - 20 -- Work for Princeton, EIGHT DAYS in a row
June 21 -- OFF from Princeton, start at Newspaper
June 22 -- OFF from Princeton, start at Newspaper
June 23 -- Work for Princeton
June 24 -- "Last" day at Princeton
June 25 & 26 -- Go to Boston for mopedding
June 27 -- First official day at Newspaper
June 28-July 1 -- First week at Newspaper
July 2 &3 -- Work holiday weekend for Princeton
July 5-8 -- Work at Newspaper
July 9-10 -- Go to New Jersey/New York for mopedding

Then we have like 3 weeks and we go to Oregon for Ben and April's wedding. Sigh. WHERE is this summer going?

And to top it all off, I am still feeling sick. I'm about ready to lose it. I wake up with a sore throat and stuffy nose every morning, I'm exhausted all the time, no matter when I go to bed, and I just feel like crap. Still. I went to the doctor last week, and all she had to say was rest, drink water, try taking Claritin. Grrrrr....

Anyway, Melissa and the kids left yesterday after their week-long visit. It was so much fun, although too short. It was really great to hang with Melissa, and the kids are so funny and cute. Zachary does this thing when he's talking to you on the phone, when he's ready to hang up, where he says really fast, "I love you I love you buh-buh- BYE!" Yesterday, when they were getting ready to leave, he told me that he wants to live right next to me. And Adeline is just the cutest thing with pigtails. She got a sunburn on Saturday, and in her little girly voice, sounding so proud of herself, she kept saying, "I have a tunburn." The first morning she noticed it, she came downstairs and said to Melissa, "Mommy! Mommy! My chirt's hurtin' my skin."

Well, I have work to do...and then I'm going to lunch with Becca. YAYAYAY! What a treat. I need a break...

Friday, June 10, 2005

wow. how quickly things can change.

I am sort of stunned, reeling in shock. One week ago today, I woke up thinking I would go to work at Princeton Properties indefinitely, that I would lease apartments and deal with Brian and just go about my business. Little did I know that I would read this ad in the newspaper last Friday afternoon:

REPORTER NEEDED - Full time for weekly newspaper covering Gorham and Westbrook. Benefits included. Experience preferred. Photography experience helpful. Could develop into editor position. Call Carolyn or David @ xxx-xxxx.

Well. Something inside me said to call, so I did, leaving a voicemail. Only minutes later, David called me back and we chatted for a few minutes. He asked me to fax some writing samples and a resume, so I did that on Saturday, after work.

Sunday afternoon at 1, I had an email from David wanting to meet with me ASAP. We scheduled a meeting for 7 p.m. on Monday. I drove down to Biddeford, met with him, and left itching to work on a newspaper again, but not really knowing what my chances were of actually getting the job.

I got home about 8:30 and checked my email -- there was one there from him, clarifying one of my references. The next morning, I had an email from one of my references saying that he'd called her and she wouldn't be surprised if he offered me the job right away.

Not 20 minutes later, David was on the phone, offering me the job. I accepted, but had to wait until today to give my notice at Princeton since I was out of the office Wednesday and Thursday.
So, I start work as a real-life newspaper reporter on June 27! Wow! I really never thought I would get the chance to do this, to write and get paid for it. Now that I've finally given my notice (which I was dreading) I can relax and get excited and have fun and look forward to it! YAHOO!
I am nervous and excited and thrilled all at once. I know that once I start doing it again, it will all come back, but I feel so rusty and unused right now. I want to practice with layout, especially. I love laying out pages; it is a fun challenge for me. Maybe I could go into the newspaper office and practice during some evenings before I actually start full-time.

Once we're online, I'll post a link here to the newspaper. The first issue will be published in 2 weeks from today, so I likely won't be a huge part of that, but that's ok.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

The voice is back...sort of.

Well, I don't feel quite as bad as I did last night. I went to bed and slept for about 9 hours, which was good. My voice is a little better today; I just sound pretty raspy and my voice keeps breaking. I can't talk for long periods of time, yet, but hopefully if I try to be quiet this afternoon and tonight, I'll be ok tomorrow.

This whole experience has made me think about what it must be like to not be able to talk at all. It would be so bizarre. I guess you would have to write or sign whatever you wanted to say...which would be so frustrating.

Hung out with Becca and then Melissa Pelkey last night. Becca and I got dinner at Panera and then went to the mall (yes, a bizarre place for the two of us to go) and walked around for a bit, then went to Borders so I could buy a book I've been looking for. After that, we headed down to Wells to Melissa's house. It's neat -- it was built in 1703, and there's even a tunnel underneath it from when the settlers had to hide from Indians. We had a bonfire and ate chips and salsa and strawberries with chocolate and just hung out. Good times.

Brett played poker with the guys from church again last night. He got home at about 11:30, and I was in bed reading. I guess one of the guys came home with him to hang out, which for some reason annoyed me more than it probably should have. I had just been so looking forward to hanging out with him and snuggling with him, and I didn't feel good, and so I was just irritated that my plan hadn't worked out, and our house is a mess, so I don't want people over until I have time to clean it up... And then I snapped at him about it, and he got mad...and it was just no fun. Sigh. Oh well, it's over now and I can't change it.

I should get on planning our trip out West for this summer. I had put off looking for plane tickets because they were expensive, and I was hoping the costs would go down, but it's not looking like they will. It's so confusing; we have to fly into and out of different cities, so it drives the price up really quickly. I'd be all for using up the airmiles we've accumulated, (we have enough for 2 domestic tickets) but Brett doesn't want to. He wants to keep saving them to go to Japan. I ask you, when will this ever happen? We had hoped for this summer...but no, and then next summer if we move back to Seattle we certainly won't be able to go to Asia, and then the NEXT summer, there could be all manner of weddings and babies and grad school to deal with. So that is why I think we should just use them up and not save them for Japan. It's like never using the china or wearing lingerie because you're waiting for a "special occasion."

Ok, work is beckoning. I need to email some people who are looking for, fun.

Saturday, June 04, 2005


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In the past 18 hours or so, I have completely lost my voice. I just can't talk at all. I sound like that penguin character on Toy Story, Wheezy, or like Harvey Pekar in American Splendor, when he gets a nodule on his vocal cords. It's as though air is just barely squeezing through a tiny opening in my lungs and it's only by a great effort on my part that it's getting through at all.

Sigh. And the worst part? I am at work. Once again, I am sick on my weekend. Blech, I say! And it's beautiful out, probably about 80 degrees, and I'm missing a moped ride and I am just grumpy!! ARG!

I hope my voice gets better tonight -- otherwise, tomorrow at work is going to be miserable. I called the on-call doctor at Martin's Point (the clinic where my doctor has her office) and he basically said that things like this are viral and that I should avoid talking and drink fluids and be in a humid environment. Yeah, right. Talking is kind of an integral part of my job; it can't be avoided.

[drumroll please] In other news, after months of searching, Brett and I found a decent Mexican restaurant in Maine! We had given up all hope that we'd find one after living here for over a year and a half with no luck, but last night we went up to Brunswick and ate at Rosita's. It actually reminded us of our favorite Mexican place in Seattle, Gordito's. I had a bean tostada, and Brett had the enchilada plate. Even with chips and salsa and guacamole, it was still only about $15. My only (small) complaint is that the salsa was not very good. I think it was canned. :( Alas, you can't win 'em all, I guess. We will definitely be going there again, though.

After dinner last night, we went to Videoport (where we had a *$15.00* fine...grrrrrrrrr) and rented 2 more of the CSI DVD's, then went home and watched 2 episodes and ate ice cream. I had seen one of the episodes we watched last night, which was probably a good thing as I fell asleep while it was on.

I should get back to work...I have some people to call back but I just don't know if I have the energy to be on the phone for a long time. Sigh. I guess I should at least try.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Man, the bbq was fun

What a weekend. Whew. I'll be recovering for a while...I still feel exhausted and it's been like 3 days!

We left Portland last Thursday after work to drive to Moped BBQ 11 in Kalamazoo, which is about a 17-hour drive from Maine. Dan drove his truck with three peds, and we drove our Blazer with a trailer, pulling 5 peds. After loading up in Boston (Josh Dahl, Fred, and John from RI), we were on the road. The trip out was uneventful, if a little long. I read quite a bit and slept very little, which I'd kind of anticipated just because I have a really hard time sleeping in the car.

We got into K-zoo about 1 pm, and proceeded to work on mopeds until about 7:30. Luckily, Brett got both bikes running ok -- he'd had quite a time tuning them this spring, since it rained for 10 days straight for the week or so before we left for the BBQ. It was good to have that afternoon in K-zoo to work the kinks out.

After that, there was a potluck sort of dinner at the Rocketstar (a coffee shop owned by some of the Decepticons). A bunch of people were going on a ride afterward, but I was SO tired (having only slept about 30 mins in about 38 hours) that I went back to Miguel's house and went to sleep while Brett and some others rode.

Saturday morning, I slept in a bit and then we got up and went to the Rocketstar and hung out for a while. Marci and Caleb and the rest of the Seattle contingent had arrived, and it was great to see them. Around noon, about 60 people on mopeds all rode out to some park outside town, where we had the Mo-Lympics. HA. It was really fun! There were all sorts of contests, things like relays, and pedal contests, and carb assembly, and longest skid mark, etc, etc. Brett participated in the Solex Toss. (A Solex is a brand of moped -- it is really more like a bike with an engine tacked on. They kinda suck -- they go really slow.) He didn't win but it was hilarious to watch him trying to throw it.

Then, there was a moped trick contest. I was sitting on a hill with Marci, and some other girls, and some of the Seattle people, including Brendan. He decided he was going to do a couple tricks, and he got up and went over and started doing them. All was well and good until he decided to jump the hill we were sitting on. It dropped off sharply behind us, and what he didn't know was that a car had parked down at the bottom just minutes before.

He began his jump, and he was literally like 20 feet in the air, when we all realized that he was going to hit the car when he landed. He hit with this sickening crunch/thump, and Marci and I watched as his body snapped and he was thrown about 6 feet. I was too shocked to do anything: I just stood there as everyone ran in a wave over the hill to him. Thankfully, he was ok -- his front forks on his ped were smashed up against the engine, and his knee was very swollen and stiff, but he is alive and walking and that is a blessing.

After that, we went to Miguel's and had dinner, which he was very kind to make for us. He was an awesome host, by the way -- he was so welcoming and I felt very comfortable staying at his house. It was really nice to have a clean, comfortable place to crash at the end of a long day. His kitties are sweet and fun, too -- Sophie and Annie. Man, I woke up one morning and Annie was just snuggled right on my chest. I <3 kitties. And it was fun to talk about Lord of the Rings and Tolkien with someone who appreciates it as much as I do and who knows the books and the history well.

Anyway, Brett headed out shortly after dinner to work on his bike, and I hung around with Miguel until about 9, when we headed down to the old 1977 Mopeds for the party. Initially, I felt really awkward, just standing around. I'm not much of a party person, really. I can't dance, I don't really get too wild, I don't drink much. However, that all changed after Marci and I went to the liquor store. I decided that because I was on vacation, I would indulge myself in some gin. So I bought a bottle...I guess it must have been a fifth...and I proceeded to drink quite a bit of it. Of course, the party was great fun after that. Heh. I talked to lots of people and just hung out and watached Josh and Miguel box, and other people box, and then the police came and told us to stop boxing outside, and I don't really remember much else.

Brett told a friend last night, "I found Kathleen in the parking lot of the moped shop at like 2:30 in the morning, wandering around and saying, 'Now I've had A LOT of gin...' before she'd start a conversation with someone." I finally decided I needed to go to bed, so Miguel was going to ride home with me. We got out to the bikes, and I got on to try to start the green bike, and almost fell off it. Heh. That was when we decided to walk back. Miguel was very kind to walk me home. I got in bed and fell asleep, though woke up when Brett came in about 3:30. I felt sooo sick at that point; I almost broke my record of never being so drunk that I puked. It was touch and go there for awhile, but I can still say I've never gotten so drunk I puked.

The next morning, I woke up with the suprising absence of a hangover. Brett went to the captain's meeting (which I wish I'd gone to also because I do help him with the captain duties quite a bit). I met up with him at the Rocketstar later, around noon, before the big ride. I talked to Becca from the Mosquito Fleet for awhile and realized that we both went to SPU, and even weirder, she worked at the IDX Tower when I worked there. It is a very small world.

Anyway, the ride was awesome. 106 was amazing, so cool to be a part of something so large. Riding with that many people is really cool -- we took up like 2 lanes and stretched at least 1/2 mile, and when we'd come to a stoplight, 3 or 4 guys on fast mopeds would ride out and block the other lanes of traffic so we could pass in one group. Sometimes that would take several cycles of the light. It was definitely swarming at its finest. We went and got ice cream in this town called Plainwell; I had a double-decker cone with strawberry and chocolate. Yum!

On the way back, I was riding the green Puch. I was near the front of the group, right next to the yellow center line, when the bike just died. I was giving it full-throttle and nothing was happening. It was really scary, actually -- I looked back and saw about 75 mopeds coming, between me and the shoulder, and behind them, a line of cars. Marci said later that I looked really scared. She gave me a look like, "AAAK! I am so sorry you are stopping and I wish I could help but I can't stop!"

I finally made it to the shoulder by darting across in front of the cars. Jordan of the D-cons was there in a flash, radioing on his walkie-talkie, "I've got one down!" I wanted to laugh at that; it seemed so serious and hardcore. Anyway, we soon discovered that the spark plug cap had come off, and that it was not holding a proper seal inside. We jammed it back on and the bike started, thankfully. We caught back up with some of the stragglers, and were riding with about 6 people when one of them accidentally cut Jordan off, sending him flying into a grassy ditch over his handlebars. He was ok, the ped was ok (albeit grassy: there was grass stuck everywhere, in his handlebars, headlight, wheels, etc), so that was good and we were on our way. Shortly after that, as we were trying to catch up to the main group, we were on this side road, way out in the country, when we passed (going the other direction) a very old, toothless man with a bit of hay in his mouth, wearing denim overalls with no shirt underneath, riding a black Puch with a milk crate on the back. I laughed so hard; it was such a random and surreal image. I wish I had a photo.

After the ride, we went with about 20 people and got pizza, and then afterward, Brett and I went with Dave, Amber, Wayne, Dan and Chad to see Pinback at Kraftbrau. It was a really good show, although there were so many people and it was so packed I never did actually see the band. I guess that's what happens when you are short and in a crowded room. The room the show was in was SO HOT. I was sweating and just overheated. We actually left a little early because it was so uncomfortable. Anyway, it was a fun evening overall, despite the crowded-ness of the room. It was fun talking with Amber, and the show was good too.

Afterward, we rode to the old shop where the party was happening. It was late -- about 1, I think -- so I didn't stay long. I was beat. The riding, the gin the previous night, the cumulative lack of sleep...I just didn't have it in me to party all night. Brett and I rode about 5 miles out to this store called Meijer, which is like a Super WalMart and Fred Meyer all rolled into one HUGE STORE. I wanted to get some ingredients to make Mango Salsa the next day (to take to the bbq), and he needed some bolts. So we didn't get back to Miguel's till probably after 2, I think, at which point I did some laundry (thanks, Miguel!) and we went to bed.

Monday was actually fairly anticlimactic for me. The actual bbq was just basically everyone sitting around eating and talking, like we'd been doing all weekend. But no, I don't mean to be negative. It really was fun. The highlight was the race, I think. Bret H was first, Matt (Marci's brother) was second, I don't remember who was third and fourth, Marci was 5th, Chad was 6th, and Brett was 7th. Woo! He was really excited that he got 7th -- there were probably 45 people racing, so that is pretty dang good.

After the race, Dan took us into the basement of the shop, and showed us the lot of NOS (New old stock, so they're brand new but from like 1977) Yankee Peddler mopeds they'd gotten. Oh man. He offered us a great deal, so we kinda had to buy one. I really wanted to...the bike only has like 80 miles on it, so it will be really reliable. I want to start leaving my car at work and riding to and from, so it would be nice to have a reliable moped. Also, when we move back to Seattle, I want to have one I can commute on. I mean, I love the Snark, and it will always be my favorite ped, but it's not always so reliable.

It was pretty late in the day after that, so while Marci and Caleb were getting matching Mosquito Fleet tattoos (that's so hardcore) we loaded up the car and trailer and truck and were ready to hit the road. We said our goodbyes, stopped at the Taco Bell on the edge of town, and headed out.

I drove from K-zoo to Erie, PA, which is almost 400 miles. I was sooo tired by the end. It was hard to stay awake. I tried to sleep after that, and I did -- kind of. It was very off and on. About 5 a.m., somewhere near Utica, NY, I had to start driving Dan's truck, because only three of us could drive a stick and Dan needed to sleep. We drive for about an hour and a half, the Blazer was ahead of us about 10 miles. Just outside of Albany, about 8 a.m., we got a call from Brett. They'd broken down and were sitting on the side of the highway next to a toll booth. We gave them the number for roadside assistance, and I drove like a bat out of hell to catch up.

We pulled up and could see them, just on the other side of the tollbooth. We paid the toll and pulled up. The drive shaft (which connects the wheels to the engine and makes them turn) had come disconnected. It was just hanging down, touching the ground.

After much confusion, a tow truck finally arrived. See, I guess that on the New York State Thruway, if you break down, there is only like one company who can tow you -- since it's a toll road, the toll people have a contract with the tow it took them a while to come. In the meantime, I nearly had a breakdown when I called the local Chevy dealership and they told me it was going to be TWO DAYS before they could even look at the car. I started crying when the guy said that (remember, I was going on little-to-no sleep here) and he kind of freaked out. I felt sort of bad, but you know, two days to look at the car is absurd.

Anyway, turned out that the place the tow truck was from could look at it right away, so we had it towed there. Brett rode in the Blazer, which was on the tow was very bizarre to look up and see him hanging out in the car while it was being towed.

While we were waiting for the car to be fixed, we formed a new branch of the MA -- The Drive Train Branch of Kinderhook, NY. We unloaded the peds and rode all over these tiny towns while they were fixing the car -- from about 11 to 3. We had lunch in this tiny diner that I swear has probably not been updated in the least since like 1955...and then rode to the Presidential home of Martin Van Buren. We had been seeing these signs on the highway and then on the roads around the garage pointing us to the Martin Van Buren Historical Site, so we decided (pretty much as a joke) to go check it out. I thought it was interesting, but I think the guys were bored by it. By the end of the tour they'd all wandered off to sit by the peds and wait, and I was the only one still with the guide. Ah, well. I do have to admit that Martin Van Buren is not the most fascinating of kind of seemed like he didn't really do much at all so they had to tell us about the escapades of his son (I think) who almost got in a duel with someone...I don't know. The details are a bit fuzzy.

After the car was fixed, we were on our way again. It was not too expensive, thankfully -- only about $150, so that was a huge blessing. We got into Boston and dropped Josh off, then went to Fred's where we unloaded his mopeds and I took a shower. It felt sooooo good to be clean again.

Brett and I left Fred's about 9, and started back to Maine. This should have been the most uneventful leg of our journey. But no. Of course not. I had fallen asleep somewhere around Portsmouth, and woke up right near the exit for 295 to Brett yelling, "Oh SH*T!"

I said, "What!? What?!"

"I think we just ran out of gas."

"You're kidding me...uggggggg."

"Nope, I'm not kidding," he said, as we rolled to a stop on the side of the highway, only 9 miles from our exit for home. So close.

Thankfully, we were right next to a hotel, so we climbed the fence and went inside and called Caleb (from church) and he came and brought us gas. We finally got home about 11, (12 hours after we should have been home) and I crashed immediately.

Overall, the weekend was great. I had such an awesome time. It was really cool to meet so many people, and to hang out with the Seattle group. I am so, so excited to move back to Seattle now. (Not like I wasn't before, but now there's just one more thing to look forward to.) Less than one year, and I'll be there. I can't believe it. That's not too far away...I so look forward to being back in the city and riding my moped to work every day and to church and to Moped Monday and having other moped girls to hang out with...oh, good times. It's almost tangible to me; I feel like I can finally let myself imagine being back there, start planning what we'll do and where we'll live and where we'll work. I cannot wait.

Oh, and another funny note -- I had told Brett before we left that I was not looking forward to spending 16 hours in the car each way with like 5 other guys. Actually, it ended up being really fun, even if it did feel like I was in a locker room for 15 hours each way. What funny and fun guys they are! It was really a pleasure to travel with them; I enjoyed myself quite a bit, laughing at their antics and male-ness. I think I learned quite a bit about the male psyche this thanks, guys! Here's to trock and the Drive Train and what makes a girl's boobs attractive! Heh.

Ok, this is a complete novel. I think I just need to stop writing and post it...hopefully it makes sense, even if it is long!

at the rocketstar

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Man, the Moped BBQ was awesome. I'll try to post a coherent recap the meantime, I'll post a few photos of the weekend.

This is on Saturday morning, at the Rocketstar, which is a coffee shop owned by Dan of the Decepticons. It's where all the moped people hang out. From L to R, that's Dan (from our branch, 50:1), some guy whose name I cannot remember (sorry), Marci, and me, making a squinty face.