Regardless of the fact that these days I’m not ‘punching a clock’ as it were, it still doesn’t mean that I’m not whole heartedly appreciative of weekends, and most especially weekends that are chock full of awesomeinity.
Of course there were Thanksgiving feasts, but besides that, there was sleeping, bike riding, beer drinking, hand slapping (of the Portland High Five variety), sofa sleeping, face kissing, picture drawing, movie watching and so on.
Before I get ahead of myself though, I was fortunate enough to snap off a couple photos of one particular gathering I attended that filled my mouth with a few smiles.
You see, Tina B. and JMac decided to show their friends how thankful they were for them by preparing a metric ton of food, and offering it at the home of a friend while they were out of town, and I got to get in on it.
In no particular order, this is how what went down, did so;
There must have been something exceptionally incredible occurring in the suburbs of the Bay Area, because every jackass who had a drivers license (and I’m sure a few who didn’t) was driving there;
That was no matter for me though, as JMac and I engaged in a relaxing speed cycle athletic pursuit;
Once we returned home, we got cleaned up, began preparing for the onslaught of guests to arrive and listened to a little mood music;
I wasn’t able to completely keep my eye on them but I’m reasonably sure that Chris and Maggie kept their clothes on throughout the duration of the meal;
But just in case, TB was at the ready;
Adjourning to the bar (every home should have one) is naturally when things got loose;
Finally in the wee hours of the morning I fell asleep, while two portraits of the home’s owners watched over me;
That’s just how I roll.
Then as the weekend progressed, what should occur but two separate group rides that met at the devil’s cross road and jointly acknowledged the birthday of Mr. Gill;
Ahh.. I remember when I turned 24..
Among both, the jello shot goodness, and the signed Devo hat amazingness, (yer damn skippy that’s Mark Mothersbaugh’s Handcock up there), there were a few celebrity sightings as well.
Like for instance, my former compatriot in arms, The Skipper;
‘Smiling’ George Hope (pictured here not smiling, on account of because I think we were talking about work.);
Fresh from the Utah hills, Photo John Shafer;
And non-afro having Yafro, Danny B, and Devon, among others;
I concluded the day with a rousing version of ‘try and descend faster than Joe Parkin (has nice hair)’, which for me is always a treat.
For a roadie, the guy can ride the holy hell out of a mountain bike.
There was some other stuff that happened over the course of the weekend, but it was more of the same.
Suffice it to say, the fun meter got broken.
Anyhoo, before I pull the plug on Monday, we might as well tip some of the mail bag over.
Zac sent me the kind of email I like. Short, sweet, to the point, and full of construction paper craftiness;
Do not know you outside of the interweb but we have enjoyed your bloggings for a long time now. This was the center piece to our turkey day, it is me driving my wife shooting and all of our dreams coming true.
For all the laughs and tears we are sending you some holiday cheer.”
Watch yourself Zac. I’m a sucker for a girl with a musket.. No matter how small, and two dimensional she is.
Lastly, from my dear friend, The 685, a conversation that in some form or another, I have an intimate understanding of;
And to my own parents, both of whom hold nary a hair of similarity to the depicted, save for the fact that they allowed me to follow which ever path in life I wanted, thank you both and I love you forever.
..And here we go, head first into yet one more week of bringing down THE MAN, feet first.