lori, rain, six feet under, bruises and knees
I've got a whole slew of things to discuss this evening.
First off, Lori and I went to Pasta Pomodoro and to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith last night. Of course I had a great time, and I must say this is beginning to be a common theme. As she pointed out last night, we met a month ago today. Sheesh, time sure flies..
So, I've decided that I need to go to Pasta Pomodoro more often. I hadn't been in a while and I forgot how much I liked it. I know Dan will be disappointed that I didn't have a Mista salad with my meal, but my eating was so screwed up from riding Saturday and then being hungover Sunday that I just wasn't that hungry. There's always next time!
Mr and Mrs. Smith was entertaining, but not spectacular. I am glad I saw it though, I seem to miss too many movies that look entertaining to me these days. It was good to check one off the list.
So we had two major nights of rain in the past week here in the valley of the sun. One of them was last night. Then today from morning through the early afternoon it rained even more. So after a sunny completion to the afternoon I decided it would be fun to mountain bike. The trail should be "moist" but not wet, making for great traction and no dust. Some would call these perfect conditions.
Well, I guess I failed to realize the magnitude of the storms we've had because Desert Classic was destroyed. It was covered in rocks and sand, and was far more difficult to ride than usual. The trail often gets repetitive and even easy for me, so this was a nice change. Well, as with any challenging trail you do your best to fall on your ass. I had to unclip in a hurry a few times and even walk a few stretches of trail that are usually no problem at all. One section is a wash, which continues into a climb up a hill. Well, coming out of the wash the middle of the trail was completely washed out from the rain, leaving a big crack in the middle of two sloped in sections of dirt. I tried to ride the right hand side, only to have the bike slip out, me barely get unclipped while smacking my knee hard as hell into the top tube, and then lose balance and have to use my hand to stop from falling down completely. I bet it looked hilarious.
I hope someone laughed because it HURTS. Putting weight on my knee to walk is pretty painful at the moment. Hopefully it feels a bit better tomorrow. No other marks, cuts, or pains though, so it wasn't that bad of a ride.
This thing is probably going to bruise like hell though.
Finally, in 2001 HBO came out with an odd show about a family that ran a funeral parlor called "Six Feet Under". It grew in popularity and won a slew of awards over the years. I've watched it regularly through it's odd plot lines and morbid outlooks on life and am disappointed to see it coming to an end in a few weeks. Although I enjoy the thought of one less thing wasting my time in front of the television I think that show actually made me think from time to time. We need more TV like that.