Three Free Day Weekend

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(I realize it's now Thursday. I been a lazy poster.)

This weekend the bossman let Y.T. out of his cage a whole day early, which he spent driving to Washington D.C. to see the amazing, the adorable, the British, Eddie Izzard with the assistance and special company of his lovely lady and navigator.

He was fantabulous. It was so awesome to see this person I'd been listening to and laughing at for years and years in real life. He's currently touring for his new show "Stripped" and DC is only the second city in the tour. Check TicketMaster.com or something and see if he's coming near you. It's well worth it.

I was paying attention to an older, substitute-teacher type lady in the row in front of us who had apparently gotten there because her daughter/granddaughter was a fan. At first she wasn't really into all this weirdness, with transvestite talk and the like, but two minutes in she was busting up and enjoyed herself all the way through.

Before the show we walked around a bit of DC, enjoying the early summer weather and the monuments and memorials the area had to offer. Took some pics, saw some baby geese, sat on some benches, damned tourists and the general public, all that stuff. Then we chilled out in the truck a bit with the windows down, resting our weary feets. You can go to the coolest places on Earth, but if you don't have an adorable redhead who at least tolerates your physical presence, then it's just not as good.

We got home at about 2:30 in the A.M. Saturday morning and fell asleep around 2:31. I spent some time at the bike shop later that day getting a front brake re-installed on Jenny (added to my running tab, of course) and then Kasey and I went Downtown to have some pizza with Kurtz.

He'd recently been in an accident on his bicycle, causing his front rim to become untrueable (a word I will be copy writing shortly), his ribs to bruise, and the sheath on his big ass chain to become ripped. Luckily that was the only damage sustained. Some good news on his part though, he recently had a set of his photography and writeography (I'm on a roll today) published in a magazine. Peep it here. You can also see the fun and skill has with a camera in this set in which patrons of a Roaring 20's party on Saturday posed for mugshots. He's the guy with the awesome mustache.

Speaking of Kurtz, Kasey, and I, we had little (mis)adventure on Sunday.

I had just set out for some reconnaissance concerning mermaids and Downtown Norfolk for an upcoming race when my phone began bleeping at me. It was the woman, and she was in distress. According to her, the truck had suffered a flat tire and now there was "no space between the main part and the ground" which I took to mean it was entirely flat. The tire wasn't flat, just low. Which $.50 seems to have fixed.

After recruiting Kurtz for the adventure of biking from Ghent to Virginia Beach we headed to my office first so that I could attempt to map the second half of the journey out. Which didn't work out that well. I wrote down two separate sets of directions, and somehow we got off track on both as you can see. And it really was an adventure. Between getting "lost" and watching Kurtz expertly chuck his bike over an twelve foot fence where it landed softly on a nearby bush, I had a good time.

This post is long enough. This ending may be abrupt, but I could always cop-out and say I'm leaving it open for a sequel. Which I'm not.

- David