Economic Crisis Shmeconomic Crisis

What with all of these life altering decisions, (nyc/nyu ftw!) I’ve realized that if all goes as planned, this upcoming summer will be the first time in 7 years- and possibly the last time for 7 more years that I will be without a job and without any expenses, thereby making it an ideal time to study abroad. Yes, I’m hoping for Paris, Venice and then onto the Big Apple- how worldly will I be?! The course i'm looking to take is an Art History course that I am hoping to take at the graduate level, as I can then transfer these credits on towards my degree at NYU. The course is on the Paris Avant-Garde and looks really fantastic.

I just turned in the application. Paris ain't gonna know what hit it.

In other news, Happy Thanksgiving! The Friday after Thanksgiving, I will be hosting Friendsgiving. Wanna come? We're meeting up at 3pm at my house and then onto Cresent Lake for some Tri-County Turkey Day polo (SRQ and Tampa are coming out!). Bring some leftovers and some beers and come out for some food, fellowship and bike-polo!

Friends! Giving! Puppies! Kittens! Rainbows!

xoxo

Change is strange. It never seems to happen quickly, but rather these teeney, tiny little vibrations towards new beginnings. Baby steps. For all the things I force, I've never been able to force myself into a good place. Yet, here I am. Awake, happy- moreover content, and it would seem that the cynicism has finally, finally, started to melt. The destructive tendencies are gone and I'm honestly- no really, truly, looking forward- peering ahead; excited about what will happen next.

When I last saw him, I knew it wasn't over. I just felt like there was something more, something I didn't understand, that I couldn't understand- that would bring things full circle. But, if I were writing the novel of my life, I couldn't have written something this good. That was 3 years ago. Now here I am, at 24 years of age and like some, very, very complicated, colorful game of tetris, the world gets smaller, the stories get better and everything just seems to be falling into place.

xo-see ya'll in the big apple.

The Fest 08

Just got home from Festing. Several things:
a) i forgot how much fun punk rock can be.
b) i effing love the Souls; it was awesome seeing them again.
c) there were some really amazing bands, and believe or not i was actually impressed with the music scene just a lil bit. which was kinda really freaking awesome considered how jaded i've felt as of late.

I'm completely exhausted. More stories and pictures to come.

change of plans.

NYU Musuem Studies, Masters of Arts Fall 2009
application deadline, Feb. 15th, 2009. yeah, i can do that.

why stop now?

i think i can feel the change in the air. i think it has something to do with the weather.

i'm not one to dwell on the past. i hardly ever look back. if you asked me, the tragedy of it all has more to do with the fact that the deepest ways i've been hurt aren't worthy of the melancholy of a really sad song. though, some might say they warrant them.

oh well. fuckit.

in other news, i'm excited about how many things seem to be re-affirming the path i've chosen for myself. my cv keeps getting thicker; my confidence grows stronger.

i miss all my friends that have left this god forsaken city; i'm thankful for those that are still around.

and i ain't taking none of it for granted. not a single dodged bullet, seized opportunity or random act of kindness. i know i'm not there yet. but i will be soon enough.

<3

atlanta check-list

1. drink a hundred beers on the drive up. check.
2. score free dinner. check.
3. set up camp outside johnny's. check.
4. map out route. check.
5. cowbell. check
6. complete lap in sub-hour time. check.
7. vomit up morning screw-driver. check.
8. drink a hundred more beers. check.
9. 2 am sushi. check.
10. make out with HOT atlanta dude in swimming pool. check.
11. cheer on the for cereal teams. check.
12. drink champange. check.
13. soul veg. check.
14. drive the entire way home hyped up on caffine pills. check.

all in all, amazing fucking weekend.

FM24 08

Going to Atlanta for FM24 again this year. Perhaps, this time, i'll ride in the midst of all that drinking/pool hoping/trouble making. Perhaps not.

Regardless, Carolyn is coming. Tyler too. And a whole bunch of other people that make me laugh. But honestly, i'm stressed about being out of town, and money and all that other ish. However, it's been a while since I treated myself to a mini vacay, and last year was fucking epic, srsly one of my top five memories. So I figure, what the hell. I will report back as to whether or not I am mistaken.

In other news, I played with a Ouija board for the first time this weekend. From this experience, I've learned a couple things.

1) Tyler's house is most definately haunted. But like a bajillion ghosts (read: 6)
2) Some dude with the initials A.D. has it out for us
3) I will be getting married in new york city in 2010 (HA)

I certainly hate both the idea of marriage, and of living in nyc. So, let's hope our lil spirit friend is mistaken. But, for those of you invested in seeking the truth, check back in two years. Hell maybe i'll invite you to my wedding.


im in yr hause. messin whit yr brainz.

for cereal

i got into grad school.

five year plan:
-finish the musuem studies program (two years if i take it easy)
-rack up letters of recommendations from musuem directors i work with and other such professionals in my industry
-complete extensive research in contemporary art theory and squeeze out a few writing samples

-whip my house and yard into shape
-whip my life into shape
-get the Skirts 501 3(c) completed
-sell or rent out house, depending on economy
-get accepted to one of the following programs:
1)Chicago Institute of Art, Dual MA Modern Art History, Theory & Criticism & MA Arts Admin & Policy (the winters might kill me. or else the tuition costs will)
2)NYU, Master of Arts in Museum Studies (i kind of hate new york)
3)Georgetown, Art & Museum Studies M.A. Program (has an internship at sothebys! but politicians make me nervous)
-travel for a few months before starting program
-transfer graduate credits to new school
-get settled in new town
-complete graduate work
-network the hell out of school
-acquire fabulous position working with art i actually love

watch me go.


also, we saw Casablanca at the Tampa Theater this weekend. i fucking love that movie.

that's all <3

jumping the shark. one more time, with feeling.

i knew this day would eventually come, but goodness.

since my epic christmas party last december, there have been a four pack o steel reserve hanging out in my kitchen. because, really, who the fuck drinks that garbage? and why was it even brought to the party to begin with? certain questions aren't meant to be answered, i suppose.

anyways, corinne attempted to put back one while on vacay and while being funny. but, well, she took one sip and realized that ish is gross. the other was consumed by this one dude, this one night. but that's whole other story bout jumping the shark.

so, last night, in the midst of clearly not thinking, well, clearly, I polished 'em off. i guess in some ways, someone had to do it. i should probably keep decent beer in the house to prevent such ridunkulous behavior. i should probably do a lot of things. or rather, not do a lot of things.

nontheless, that was a record for the longest period of time alcohol has gone not being consumed in my home sweet home. congradulations, SR, you had a good run.

my head hurts.

BE THERE.

That is all.

meet rothko.

stephanie's last day in our department is on friday. this is her replacement.

his admin skills aren't the best. but he has impeccable taste in art and music. that and he's a really good listener.

this is clearly the start of a beautiful friendship.

you haven’t felt so lonely, in a long time. have you? and it's clearly been a long time coming. you know that you can't live the way you do and not expect to ultimately hit that wall, don't you? somewhere in the deep corners of your mind, you've always known that.
but, lonely isn't quite the right word.
empty, maybe? hollow from the inside out.
people say you make one bad decision after the other. like running yourself into that same wall, over and over again, expecting different results. and didn't someone once tell you that was the definition of insanity? you guess that's one more thing you might be guilty of.
talking to people doesn’t help. Cause they don’t get it. how can they get it? cause talking is just another form of pretending. that you believe everything is going to be alright. talking is intellectualizing. and intellectualizing is impossible, because none of this really makes any sense at all.
it’s like wearing out your welcome, but instead, wearing out your friendships. you can't blame them for not understanding. how can they understand when everything is comprised of smoke and mirrors and half truths and hidden looks?
so you run away. to the other side of the bed, the other side of the country. of the bar room; of your mind.
you tell yourself the things you tell yourself to make yourself feel better. you tell yourself, you didn't mean to. you tell yourself that, no matter how good you think you’re doing, in context of how you feel, you still end up doing something wrong, or disappointing someone or neglecting to finish something that you honestly (no, really. and truly.) intended to do. as though this were all something happening to you, rather that something you've been doing to yourself. all along.
you put on aires, contingent on your audience. if they believe you're alright, it helps for a while. but only for a while. and you hate that you can't forget. or that it's all just one side of the same coin. two sides of the same person; it's all just pieces of you. the pieces you can't forget. you know this. and you know you can't hide forever.

the water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, the summer ends.

things that are fun in nyc

vegan cocktails

bicycles

drinking in central park


modern art

having four beers

jumping the shark

my life lately

style? i haz it.

LOLZ

with me at the end of my rope, and you at the wheel.

this weekend was amazing. corinne being here is, well, incredible. saturday was super rainy so in lieu of the beach we went to some random bar on indian rocks beach. well, not that random. i had been there once before, but, allas that is another story for another time. man, it's a good one though.

anyways, hours later we ended up at the orpheum. dancing and drinking and sweating. yeah, that's all there really is to say about that.

sunday was brunch. and what a brunch it was. when it was brought to my attention that there was a tree pregnant with coconuts just over the way, i immediately began rallying the troops. you see, we had rum. and drinking rum out of a coconut, well, that's just too amazing of an opportunity to pass up. michael and luke saw this dream to fruition when they liberated those blessed little balls of heaven. then, after a bit of handy work with a hammer and large nail, we were able to funnel some good ol' captin morgan into our new vessels of happiness.

carolyn wants that.

"like heroes returning from battle."-
'lil miss abbie rae

mid-mission


in other news, my great uncle had a birthday. and with that birthday, he had some sangria. then he got fresh with the billboard outside of ceviche. he funny.


i love my life.

ZOMG.

corinneisintownfortwowholeweeksholycrap. HOW FREAKING AWESOME???!!!!

when i left for work this morning, in my usual haze of sleepyhangoveredness, i had completely forgotten that she had flown down the previous afternoon. seeing her dishevled-ish spread out on my couch, fully clothed made my heart smile.

maybe this summer won't suck so much after all.

in other news, i baked this weekend?! home made vegan cinnamon rolls and champange were brought by yours truly to the boys playing polo in tampa on saturday.

then we drank a hundred beers. sofun.

champange+pete

aww. <3

pete's girl, jeannette can track stand like crazy too.

srsly, the gene pool requires these two reproduce.

yumms!

brunch this weekend. be there!

that is all.

xo.

BAY AREA POLO!

yeah, it's happening. the polo bug has bit the tampa bay area. yesterday was the first practice and it is set to happen every monday in tampa. permanent location is still being decided. i'll keep ya'll posted. amanda, lilly and i were there last night to distribute beer/hugs/cheer/take pictures. we had a blast.

also, there be a myspace: http://www.myspace.com/bayareapoloand a thread on the forums: http://flfixed.com/comments.php?DiscussionID=647&page=2#Item_4 for more information. i will be there on a fairly regular basis.

and next time i will bring:
more ladies. plus our bicycles.
baked goods.
more beer.
chocolate/strawberry milk for dave.
and one of these things:



i suggest team names and colors be chosen as soon as possible so that we might make obnoxious t-shirts/paint our faces. then we will chose sides and get in drunken fights from the sidelines.

no joke. watch me go.


or, watch pete go:


or dave:

anyways, in other news, i drank some beer this weekend.

evidence.

i also attended the CYCLE DE SOLEIL. i didn't race. but i watched dave japenga win 1st. prize was a 100 dollar bottle of champagne. he don't drink. BUT, he enjoyed some chocolate milk and so all is well. pete young placed 2nd, eric stubs 3rd and 4th went to mondo mike.

as for the ladies, amy horst was 1st, and st. pete's own carol davis was 2nd. both fixed. lilly got 3rd on her road bike.

the rest of us handled the burden of the after party. it wasn't easy but the dollar pbr's helped.

ALSO! luke stickland is alive! this made me so happy i needed photographic evidence.

who can complain about the economy when you've got company like this?

and finally, quote of the week: "listen you, how's about you just back off. i've been coming to this bar for 30 years, honey. you're earrings don't impress me", slurred the nice lady keeping me company as i ordered another pitcher from the bar. all i could really say to that was, thank you. i forgot there was still laughter in the world for a minute. or, for that matter, people who went to the same sad bar for 30 years.

on that note, i just mailed in applications for the museum studies program at USF. if all goes as planned, i'll be done in a year. then i'll be selling the house and peacing outta here to finish school up north. stay tuned for further endeavors in academic excellence. sotheby's IOA here i come. i won't be at the emerald in 2035, you can bet you bottom dollar on that one.

So this is going down tomorrow. Davis Island. Be there. I most likely won't be racing, for several reasons I'm not getting into right here, but I will definitely be around drinking some beers. Come say hello!



Also, looky how cute! This went down last week, when Carolyn and I attended The [5] art closing, then a bunch of us sat around and drank warm beer while awaiting Pete, Dallas and Taylor. They got lost, or something. Anyways, we then rode to Memas, ate a bunch of tacos, had our Polaroid taken from a deceiving homeless man for 5 dollars and rode our bicycles some more. Some time after that, I boarded a plane to JFK. Note, drinking and staying up all night only to get on a plane at 4am makes for a bad flight experience. So does having a having a four hour delay in MIA because your connecting flight is sans pilot.

Hey, times are tough.

are you listening universe? i fucking mean it.

I came to visit you because I needed closure. I needed something from you that I know now I will never get; that I’m not even really sure how to ask for. I could never trust you anyway. I take solace in that fact. And you and I both know that it goes without saying I deserve so much more than your inadequate existence. I feel like I’ve written this letter a hundred times over. I’ve talked myself out of loving you for near a year. I lost little pieces of myself in you, and what’s worse, I compromised my integrity for you for all these months because I believed you were worth it. I know now you aren't. But, I had to believe that all this meant something and that it was possible for some good to come from the mess we both made. But now I’m tired. I’m tired of the way you make me feel and of trying to quantify elation or, for that matter, depression. I’m tired of your eyes begging me not to ask. I’m tired of the words you'll never say. And most of all, I’m just so profoundly disappointed in you. I fell for you because I kept catching glimpses of the man you so desperately want to be; of the man I thought you almost were. But your actions and your consistently poor decisions prove otherwise. It’s funny, there is this huge part of me that desperately needed you to tell me I meant nothing more than a warm body and distraction from the loneliness that you exude. That I, like so much of your behavior, was merely an exercise in your unjustifiably over inflated ego. Sex is something I understand. Unwarranted cruelty and cowardliness, I do not. But none of that matters anymore. This letter doesn’t really matter anymore. The fact that I cried for the first time in over a year on that plane ride home doesn’t matter anymore. Because you’d never really make me happy. I know that now. Remember when I told you that, at the very least, I’d never not be your friend? I meant that. But I can’t be a friend to someone who won’t return the favor and you haven’t. I was unfailingly honest with you and without exception, willing to accept responsibility for every poor decision I made and, in return, you ran away, like a child. I never asked to feel the way I felt, yet I never negated those feelings despite vacillating on the consequences of this wreckage more than I'd ever care to admit. And, although my capacity to understand you through all of your, for lack of a more severe word, shortcomings, doesn't change the fact that your conduct has left me sick to my stomach. I always new it’d be anything but easy with you. But I, unlike you, really believed us to be worth it. And it’s glaringly apparent that your dedication to me, like everything else in your life, is significantly deficient. Part of me still wanted to ask you to prove me wrong; but I already know you won’t. You should know that I really believed I could forgive you. Though, I know now that I can’t. And regardless, you don’t want a clean slate, and that’s fine. Wilde says those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies. And I’m better for that; for having loved you despite the fact that the esoteric nature of our relationship has finally knocked the wind out of me and I’ve finally allowed myself to let go. I’m defeated and for the first time, completely resolved to the fact that whatever the reason, you and I are without question, over.

Good morning forever.

corinne graduated. we celebrated.

so i manged to do everything on my nyc to do list. and i feel GREAT.

more stories and pictures to come. i haz some good ones.

but, for now, just an fyi to all my real life friends. my phone is donzo. maybe it's cause it was just too old. or maybe it's cause i'm really hard on all my personal belongings. or maybe, just maybe, it was that half consumed, open prb i drunkly stuck in my purse 'for later' only to wonder why all my shit was all wet and everything smelled like beer an hour later. opps.

anyways, i'm not sure when i will get a new phone. hopefully tonight. but i'm not able to read any texts or receive calls. plus i lost all my contacts. so, i need your numbers all over again!

st. pete's gone nuts. i'm heading to brooklyn.

okay, only for a week. but it's my first real vacation in two years! i will be flying out at the crack of dawn on saturday and returning on the 1st of june. i'll be staying in bushwick with my darling corinne. plus amanda who is moving home to the burg at the end of the week. there will be memorial day bbq's, pbr, loft partys, elicit drugs, whiskey, and tons of expensive vegan food. it is, brooklyn after all. if that doesn't work to put me in a better mood, i'll make out with columbia grad students at union pool who have complicated hair cuts and pay too much money for their jeans. this will surely put me in better spirits.

see, what has happened is the entire state of florida, and beyond, seems to have lost their mind. it's cool though, i made an appointment to see my shrink. not cause i'm crazy. cause everyone else is. every once in a while the drama and the heat kick in around the same time and the disparaged citizens of this fine city tend to make, what can only really be described as terrible decisions. then everyone talks about it. and then everyone gets all hot and bothered. and then everyone pretends like they don't, in fact, know intimate details about all the bad decisions that you, and everyone has made recently. this only complicates the situation and nothing really ever gets resolved. so, i'm peacing outta here for a few days in a what is possibly a vain attempt to clear the air.

also, i started to make flow charts of all my colleague's bad decisions; outlining where they went wrong and how often these situations could have been corrected. but a las, if you were doing it right, you probably wouldn't still be stuck in this lost cause of a town. and hey, even if you aren't still in this city, you likely have some residue of st. jude about you. sounds harsh, sure. but anyone from these parts, knows i speak the truth. anywho, while flow charts have proven to be in many ways therapeutic, they can be very daunting! some folks just make consistently terrible choices. not only is it difficult to outline this, it's depressing as well. at which point, you just gotta say, oh st. pete.

anyways, if you be in nyc in the coming week, hollar. you look like you need a drink.

also, corinne and i are cute. evidenced above.

heartbreak lends itself to ridiculous situations, apparently

last time a girlfriend of mine pushed through heartache, we ended up crashing the st. anthony's triathlon's afterparty on top of the pier and dancing up a storm to soulja boy. But, alas, that's another story for another time.

so, yesterday evening i sat on my kitchen floor sobbing for longer than i'd care to admit. which, you know, was kinda cool seeing as how for the past year i've not been able to cry. but after the novelty of it all wore off and after the ensuing hour of shit talking pasted, we sat out to do the only thing that one really can do in my situation. collect several of her favorite ladies and head over to st. pete beach for some good ol night swimming. nothing will ever get you over being sadfaced quicker than a 12 pack of yuengling and skinny dipping. no really, it's been proven.

there is absolutely nothing like standing on the edge of the world, naked with a cold beer in hand and pointing out the constellations. i saw phosphorescent phytoplankton for the first time last night. and for the first time since i put my sisters on planes heading to the far reaching corners of the land i realized that i was really, truly going to be okay. and that despite it all, i can still feel infinate.

there is also nothing like four girls walking into the bright headlights of a beach cop's vehicle, arms crossed over bear chests. that was the first time i've ever had to dress in front of a man in uniform. it was a night for firsts, apparently. note to self, attractive, wet topless girls can get away with just about anything. where's the Cop's camera crew when you need them. i just wish we hadn't dunked those beers into the gulf outta fear of the long arm of the law. i'm a good st. pete girl. we no like wasting beer.

B is for [bike race/bake sale/brunch ride]

Fixed Fight II be this Saturday. As one can imagine, this is shaping up to be quite the eventful weekend. More info on that here: http://www.horroh.com/Alleycat.html . Come play with me. I'll be around at registration and racing as well.



Also, the Skirts will be hosting their ingural bake sale at the start of the race. Come out and eat some delish baked goods in support of a good cause.


Sunday is bike ride and brunch day. See above flyer, compliments of Patrick Kiernan (http://sundaysuit.blogspot.com/) Or check out (http://www.hoorayvegan.blogspot.com/
for more info. Abbie. breaks. it. down.

okay. that is all for now. surely more to report on monday. stay tuned.

I haz birfday

Saturday, April 12th at 7:19pm I officially celebrated my 24th of all my birthdays. There was the riding of the bicycles, the grilling of the fake meats, the whiskey soaking of the water melon and the consumption of the vegan baked goods.

I really had a wonderful time and thanks to all who helped prep, helped cook and helped clean.

Highlights:

-Jumping in the kiddie pool with Carolyn after a kick ass bike ride

-Shots of tequila in the kitchen

-Abbie handing me bottles of whiskey every 12 hours

-Getting wrapped in happy birthday streamers

-More shots of tequila

-Quickie mart birthday gifts consisting of cheap bottles of wine, cheesy bike-chick lighters, incense and a banana

-Happy Birthday song during the cutting of said whiskey soaked watermelon

-Somehow managing to muster the energy to go dancing and sweat my ass off

Sunday night I rode out to my parents in Seminole. My mamma took me shopping and then we made my delish vegan lasanga. Some time after that, after pops and I killed a large bottle of Merlot, vhs of my 4th birthday got pulled out.

As I watched my four year old self run around in a dress that kept falling off my shoulders, I conteplated the last twenty years. In 1988, I only wore dresses and was forever running away from my mother. I'd order cheeseburgers and throw the meat on the floor. I'd boss my friends around and talk to much and never sleep. I liked to play chicken in the middle of the street and never brushed my hair. I rode my bicycle everywhere in those jelly heels and misbehaved constantly in public. Despite all these things, my mother claims there wasn't an adult or child who didn't instantly fall under my charm.

Guess not a whole lot's changed.

In other news, I'm proud to annouce the 2008 St. Pete Skirts! St. Pete's first all girl fixed gear bicycle team.

What we do:
There are some girls in St. Pete riding some bikes. They're getting some other girls to ride bikes, and raising some money for charity.
Expect workshops, fundraisers, cupcakes, high fives, bike rides, festivities, sugar, spice, and other toing and froing. Details to come.

check it yo: http://www.stpeteskirts.blogspot.com/

1) Pammy; acting prez.
2) Abbie Rae Harris; offical blogger
3) Stephanie Kiernan; treasuer
4) Carolyn Hilton Bush; internet consultant, P.R., etc.
5) Jen Norris; biknastic and flying shark consultant
6) Carol Davis
7) Jesse Crozier
8) Kelsea; Design consultant, screen printer and resident artist

i effing love this town.

word.

Tampa Co-Op: beers and bike repair

Tampa's newly formed Bicycle Co-Op celebrated it's inaugural session this past Monday and the usual suspects were out fixing bicycles, drinking beers and playing foot down.

The goal of the Co-Op is having a space open every first Monday of the month from 6pm to 9pm with all the main tools needed for bike repair available for use as well as collective bike repair knowledge/experience available for the taking, therefore promoting community, cycling solidarity and self-reliance. So, that's cool.

Everything seems to still be in the embryonic stages but I think this could develop into something really awesome. There's talk of a possible St. Pete Co-Op, as well. But more to come on that later.

In other news, why is Pete so good on his bicycle?

Anyways, I didn't contribute too much. But I met some good people and ended up letting the boys circle round me for footdown. Dirty.

Oh, and I drank some beers.

Vegan BBQ and Bike Ride this Saturday. I'm turning 24. Come git ur drink on and play on the slip and slide with me!

More on that here: http://flfixed.com/comments.php?DiscussionID=298&page=4#Item_4

xo.

i drank some beers.

This weekend was chalk full of hardy st. pete debauchery. My Gracie celebrated her 22nd birthday with good food and strong drink. I heart dinner parties and I heart my Gracie. Lookie how cute we are. Also, CiCi's preggers! So, obviously, i had to touch her belly way too much and take pictures.

The downtown area was pretty well taken over by quite the motley crew; all brought out by the promise of loud cars, fast times, cheap beer, loose women and crap food. Oh, St. Pete Grand Prix. I must admit, even I was taken in by the excitement of seeing our beautiful city on espn. Viva la vroom vroom.

Saturday night was spent at the pool hall over pitchers of cheap beer and very bad behavior. I'm a god awful pool player. So is Carolyn. Together we embarked on what was sure to be the longest game of in the history of billiard due to our utter lack of ability to sink a single ball. However we gave up halfway through and passed our cues on to our more competent, less drunk companions.

Not sure if kickball was rained out or not, as I didn't go outside till round 5, when we finally set out to grab some grub at the Northeast Tavern. Beers and samwitches and the race on a big ol screen T.V. satisfied any residual desire to know how many race cars weathered the storm without crashing.

Sunday night was sushi at Rachada followed by drinking contaminated red stripe and watching Kat Williams on youtube. Also, googling lol catz. Not bad.

Countdown till my birthday. Then i'll be why stop nowing all the way to the bank. Or at least until September. Florida Summer's make me all sorts of crazy.

The Easter After

20gr8 has brought with it a whole slew of alley cats to the great state of Florida. Most recently, our good friends in Orlando put on The Easter After Race. Tampa bay's malcontents came out in large numbers, as we tend to do. The race it self was broken into two races; one fast and one fun. The fast paced race was part of Florida's 2008 Fixed Gear Point Series. The fun was not.

This was Abbie Rae's first race, so she and I participated in the fun run. Both races were chase races with Rabbit's who left a trail of silly string for the riders to follow. Albeit the string getting run over and blown away, leaving us lost at times, it was a blast. Plus, you know, there was beer waiting for us at the finish so I was happy. Anyways, thanks to our detours, we managed to come in DFL(dead fucking last). Well, more specifically, Abbie came in DFL and scored some sweet pink grip tape. Way to go Abbie! And thanks to Metha and his crew for putting this shindig on.