Went out last night in Newark to see the Hockers off to NY. It is sad to see them go, but they will be very happy living in Troy, and a little bit of me is jealous that they will be back in the North. After happy hour at the Deer Park, JF, Mike, and myself headed down the street to Klondike Kate's. We walk in, start up the stairs to the upper bar, and JF trips me by grabbing my knee from behind me. I fall back down the stairs and stumble into a couple people. Apparently that is enough to get you kicked out of Kate's. Three ugly mugs carried me out the back door as I laughed my ass off.
Today met up with Paul, Tom, Jan, Lisa (big deal) at the MAC champion household. I pulled my cross bike out of the quiver. It has not been ridden since racing at Reston. It was looking far too shiny since I cleaned and polished it. We decided to do a little snow/road ride. The development we rode from had not been plowed at all, and the snow had packed to an icy sheen. It was a blast slipping and sliding all over the road. I definitely took a spill trying to do a burnout with my rear tire.
After the ride we hit up Moe's for some tasty burritos, and I got a chance to tell the story about the time I dove across a game of beer pong in just a speedo. Good times. Damn it feels good to be healthy again.