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.

Oh St. Pete.

So, Steph, me and her hubby Patrick set out to explore lovely downtown St. Petersburg on our bicycles yesterday afternoon.

As we rode down 1st South, I noticed something a little strange even for the burg. It would seem that every highschool marching band in the tri-county area was lined up facing Central. Scattered amongst the pained faces of these adolescents were clowns dressed in full costume, driving around in their little clown cars. All the streets east of 16th were closed and, apparently, the city was preparing for a parade! How quaint. I'm assuming this had something to do with the Honda Grand Prix (http://www.gpstpete.com/) that is to take over our fine city this weekend.

You mean to say that the streets will be flooded with race car fans. And that i'll be awakened every morning by the sound of very, very loud cars and the smell of burning rubber?! All in the hopes of further boosting our economy and bringing more tourists in to ruin our little paradise? Oh, joy.

And yes, i'll be attending.

Anyways, we skirted into the parade lines quite easily via bike and managed a front row spot just in time to see a caddy drive by with a large magnet that read "Mayor Rick Baker". Awesome. But Mr. Baker wasn't actually in the car. No sir, he was walking by and shaking the hands of all the fine citizens of St. Petersburg. That is until he reached the three of us. At which point he waved, backed away nervously and jumped back into the caddy. Maybe we were really stinky from riding our bicycles.

Patrick and I accidentallyonpurpose joined the parade for a block before moving on to the Cider House where I drank a hundred beers and knitted a bit of my scarf.

A.T.L.

This is me, my cousin and her boo. After the Broken Hearts and Bicycle Parts race in the ATL. I rode 25 miles (eff u hills!), ate half a cheeseless pizza, drank 2 PBR tallboys, took four shots of Early Times and passed the fuck out watching Kat Williams on their fancy cable television.

I then proceeded to kick Ester's drink out of her hands and shove my hand down my pants.

You can take the girl out of st. pete, but you can never, ever take the st. pete out of the girl.

hi bloggyblog, i'm pammypam

So I'm lucky enough to share a cubicle space with someone I actually like. And this person just so happens to think i ought to document my ridiculous happenings, rather than re-hashing my stories at the water cooler.

A blog is born. Said person also came up with the brilliance that is the title of this blog. Stephanie, I dedicate this blog to you. Thanks for all those times you never told me I was being irrational when I explained why it was that drinking three bottles of champagne at brunch was acceptable behavior.

Speaking of Stephanie, she rode her fixed gear bikesickle on her first group ride yesterday night! Way to go Stephanie. Appropriately, the storm of the century rolled in about halfway through the route. Okay, so i'm being slightly dramatic. BUT, it was windy as all hell and that little, stingy kind of rain that sucks so bad. We survived though, albeit a strong resemblance to drowned rats when all was said and done. No worries, the pub has hand dryers! We ran the dryers too much, though, and the proprietor of the establishment yelled at us. So we all got drinkies and forgot about how wrecked we looked.

god bless st. pete. and god bless whiskey.