Gosh, the weekends really fly by, don't they? I was just looking forward to last weekend, then BOOM, it's gone, and, like a sucker, I find myself looking forward to the next one.
Next weekend I resolve not to pack full of activities. That makes them fly by all the faster. This past one we spent almost entirely on our bikes. It was fun, but why do I still have a fat tum on Monday? I think all this about "exercise" is a farce.
I didn't go to the Swiftsure because I had my knitting club that night. I did make it idown to the Bastion Square Grand Prix on Saturday to watch the big race. It was super fun. I learned something very important: a skinny guy all decked out in cycling gear is a dork, but a skinny guy all decked out in cycling gear on his way to a race is very hot. I was telling this to a friend of mine, who met her now-husband when they both cycled competitively. "Yes", she said, "it's true. And then you marry them. And then they quit racing."
Toby rode in the 80km "Tour de Garden City". Despite the cheesy name, he and the Golden Gulliver managed to enjoy themselves. I'm inspired to buy a road bike and do it myself next year.
My chances for romance (read, sex) are decreasing by the minute so I must wrap this up. But first, some news. Longtime readers may remember CANPO, the Canadian Non-Profit Organization I did some work for back in the fall of 2001. Anyway, today the executive director of said organization called me at work and invited me to be a member of their national board! I said yes.
CANPO is a media watchdog organization, so I need to somehow, in the next month, before my first teleconference with the board members, consume some mass media and popular culture and get some opinions on it. Good thing I watched a Jennifer Aniston movie last weekend.
See you soon, lovelies.
Reading: the same as last time
Listening to: oh the same I think
Mother's Day: Finally got my tequila. Not Cuervo though, el Jimador. It's quite good. The plans for revenge have been cancelled.
