...and have foggy memories of slow-dancing with B.Rose, trying to slow-dance with IBike&FallAllOverTheGlobe, body-checking my wife and Sarah's mom into the ground not once, but twice... and then taunting them to "get back up, I dare ya", and then slamming two CRC H2O bottle's worth of 4-hour-old water out of my bottle cages and waking up this morning in a dumpster behind Denny's on Lake St. covered in hash browns and spent Gu packets.
Jesus, what a night. I think I might be needing an intervention.
Keep Ridin'... Always