Once You Go Black, You Go Deaf.

I’ve been celebrating Halloween all weekend and adding a 4th day to the partying seems a little excessive.

But fuggit, I’m off tomorrow.

There wasn’t enough water in the top of my toilet to flush down my bowel movement.

At least I’ve got hand sanitizer.

Having a “Girl you are too fine, I never should’ve stopped talking to you” moment.

hanimosity:

And as time goes by I start to realize all the things I cannot do without running water.

1) Wash my dishes.

2) Consume water.

3) Brush my teeth.

4) Most importantly, GO TO THE BATHROOM.

At first I figured that I could just use the bathroom in our clubhouse for the time being. Turns out the water is off there as well (it was a long shot but I had to keep hope alive). Currently I’ve got enough water in my toilet’s upper deck for one flush and I couldn’t give two shits about showering for work tomorrow. Sleeping in my own bed tonight :)

Big fucking surprise. But that bra needs to go!

I need a nap and lots of water.

So good.

unrulyhooly:

You should give me that wheel set, you know since you get them for free.

My back wheel crapped out last night.

Being poor sucks.

Sorry homes, I already gave the wheelset away. I’m pretty sure he’s only using the front though, let me see what I can do for you.

It never disappoints. I’m a little bummed that things didn’t go as planned but fuggit, that’s an alleycat for you. After the 3rd stop I decided to just cruise the rest of the race with some friends and enjoy myself. Highlights include falling into a pool of blood (everything is stained red), succesfuly riding the bridge over the pool, and getting kicked out of a bar for the first time in my life. Unfortunately I didn’t get 86ed for something badass like trying to fight a nigga or two. The bar ran out of tall cans (as well as hard alcohol) and I was trying to get my dance on (much easier to do with tall cans instead of glasses), so I smuggled in some tall cans for the liquor store. Long story short they caught me twice and I almost got my ass kicked. Meh. Whatever, I still had a halloween party to go to instead.

And even though I didn’t come remotely close to placing on the podium somehow a box marked “3rd place” was handed to me from the race organizer. I told him I didn’t get third, he told me to just take it. Unfortunately there was a little bit of drama going on so I’m just going to give all of those prizes to the 4th place rider later today. Big props to Charlie for coming up from Tucson, with no knowledge of the Tempe area, and placing 4th.

Anyways, fucking great time last night. Thanks to KC and The Daggers for another great year. My taint is faint.

And I fucking love it. After party #3 we decided to walk a few houses over and check out the maze someone made in their backyard. I have no idea who lived in the house but I was just going along with the flow. Please keep in mind that this also happened between 3 and 4 am. We walk through the front door and I witness a fellow cyclist friend of mine making out with a girl on the couch and getting pretty handsy on her woo-ha. I fucking lost my shit and could not stop laughing, completely ruining the moment. Don’t worry though, as we were leaving they were back at it before we even got out the front door.

It gets better. Apparently after we left, she went to the bathroom. Instead of waiting on the couch for her, he found his way into another woman’s room and passed out. His lover girl ended up sleeping alone on the couch. CLASS. ACT.

You never know who or what you’re going to find in Hipster Compton.

Last night was a great way to start of Halloweekend.

Starts at Kore bike shop at 9pm tomorrow, get there EARLY. And don’t forget to bring 10 bucks, a bag, and probably a lock if you’re headed to the afterparty.

Nap time over, lez party ya’ll.

And I haven’t even started to party yet. Nap time now and then head out at 10 when parties are-a-bumpin’.