Just me and Napster this weekend.

This post is more out of boredom than that I really have anything substantive to write about (because normally, I totally do, hahaha). Anyway, I’m so bored. Reagan is in Atlanta this weekend hanging out with her sisters and her ATL peeps. I’m pretty bummed that I couldn’t go. The running gang and I took a ride out to LI this morning to pick up our race packets. I changed my registration from the half mara, to the full. I guess we will see how that plays out. The rest of the group was cool enough to agree to wait the extra time for me to finish. Anyway, after picking up all of our race numbers and miscellaneous other swag at the race expo, we took a pit stop at Target. Because, one must take advantage of trips to the burbs. I personally stocked up on paper goods and carbonated beverages. It was a pretty productive morning. Then I went to the Yankee, Mariner game with Chris V. He is a mariner fan. Unfortunately the Mariners couldn’t pull it off today. It was still a good time. Although, I ate 3 hotdogs and a bag of peanuts and am now feeling very queasy. I actually left the game a bit early so that I could get home and take a nap, and because it was a bit chillier than I had dressed for. Which brings me to my next two pointless stories. 1. I checked the weather for tomorrow, and it is supposed to be much nicer than yesterday’s forecast called for. We will keep our fingers crossed for that one. 2. During my aforementioned nap, I woke up to my phone ringing. By the time I could roll over and look at it, I had missed the call. But I did see the time: 6:40. I had a sudden moment of terror and panic. I saw that it was Reagan who called and dialed her back as I was stumbling out of bed looking for clothes. As soon as she answered I started blabbering about how I couldn’t believe that I overslept and I was freaking out, etc. She was like “dude, what the crap are you talking about? Late for what?” During this exchange I started to get my wits about me. It was one of those times where dusk looked like dawn, I lost track of what day it was, made a fool out of myself etc. I thought that it was tomorrow morning and that Reagan was trying to call me because my running homies were waiting for me to pick them up and I had overslept. Jeez, was I glad to discover that wasn’t the case. Anyway, I’m about to wrap up this post so that I can go fold some laundry and sulk about not being able to attend Reagan’s sister’s cinco de Mayo party with her tonight in Hotlanta. This is probably kind of what Piper feels like on weekends that we can’t make it to see her. At least she has the nurses and roommate to hang out with. Wish me luck for tomorrow. Invest in wheelchair company stock. There are going to be a lot of fat middle aged dudes needing them tomorrow afternoon in LI. I’m probably one of them. For those interested in viewing some spicy motorcycle racing action with me tomorrow afternoon, hit me on the batphone.