End of an era

Ahhhh yes, 10 weeks of required blogging is finally coming to an end. When I started this, I was pretty sure that I'd be leaping for joy while typing this last one. I had somewhat of an "F* Blogs" kind of mentality, because I felt that most people just blog b/c they just LOVE to hear themselves talk and they think other people should be listening to them at all times. Then, I realized that I missed my calling, because I AM one of those people! So, that being said, writing this blog that my class instructor (thanks Ms. Smith for all the nice comments) and no one else reads has been fairly enjoyable. Not to mention, I just took the GMAT and kicked the crap out of the verbal section, and much of that has to do with instruction in this class and writing this blog. So BOOYA!

If you have read my blog this semester, you know that I've had a tough couple months. I don't mean to say that writing this blog has cured all my feelings of loss and sadness, but it definitely provided me another outlet and for that I am thankful. Things have settled down on that front and I do feel a little better. Everyone knows that there are those moments when it all comes WHOOSHING back, but for the most part, we're soldiering on.

When I read my previous entries, I realize that most of them are at least a little pretentious. I'm not 100% positive if that was intended or not, but I surely sound like quite the know-it-all. But, then again, I think that's the part of the blog that I just wrapped my arms around and embraced because it is so me! I've said a few times in my entries that I'll make them short, and when I go back and look, most of them are like 6 paragraphs or something. C'mon, who wants to read that much? But, I love to hear myself talk/type so the info just keeps flowing. But, tonight, I will hold true to my word and end here.

Oh wait, I haven't talked about politics yet. F* politics and f* politicians. I get all my world news from ESPN.

What's that you say? You want me to write a haiku about blogs? okaaaaaaay...I'm really going to be done after this though.

Feigning emotion
Or maybe it's all sincere
You will never know

Race Across the Sky

A couple of my best friends are near-avid to avid cyclists, and very rarely does an opportunity present itselt to go to a movie theater for a cycling documetary. Oh, JOY! I'd seen the preview online and honestly it look mildly enterataining. So, I agreed to go even though included in the online preview was an associated video complete with spoiler ending. Oh well, it still looked exciting. I meet my friends outside the theater and we roll up to the ticket window and expect the normal price-gouge. Instead the worker says "12.50". At first, we thought we got a deal. "Just one actually," we tell her. It was more than a little embarrassing when she said, "That IS for one." $12.50!! Are you serious?! I know it's a special engagement, but that's ridiculous. Of course, cycling is clearly a sport for the affluent so looking back, I suppose the price was apropo.

The theater was pretty packed once we got in. The people in the theater all had something in common...the black Northface jacket, the khakis, the sunglasses. All the tell-tale signs of a cycling D-bag. One jerk even had an oversized belt-buckle with his otherwise uniform look. What a tool! I bet that was his Porsche Turbo in the parking lot too. This is starting to sound increasingly like sour grapes. I would love to have a Porsche Turbo with the roof rack and bike on top. Few things are cooler than that.

So, we sit down to watch this film and the lights go down. True to form, some jerk-face walks in late and has to push his way past us, the whole time making an asshole of himself so that people will notice him. He is, OUTLOUD, pointing to and announcing every concession he's bringing into the theater. How ridiculous. I already wanna kick this guy. Dear God, the belt-buckle guy is sitting right behind me. Personal hell: complete.

So, we're watching the movie. It's mildly entertaining in the beginning. The race director gives an inspirational speech, and shows the prize for completing this daunting task of a race. What? it's a really big custom belt buckle? I think I've made a huge mistake. Yeah, the guy sitting behind me actually rode in this race and FINISHED the freaking thing. 100 miles, at 14,000 feet of elevation, at 32 degrees, in one day on a mountain bike. That's insane. All of a sudden, I'm envious of the guy behind me, and I feel like a total jerk for judging him so quickly. He put in some serious work for that race and deserves some credit.

Ok, so the movie wasn't nearly as riveting as the preview let on. Lance Armstrong won by 30 minutes (an eternity) and, aside from some stunning videography, the action was pretty dull. No big wrecks; pretty much just a lot of bike riding. So, after Lance collects his trophy, they wrap up the movie and our $12.50 movie experience seems to have been worth about $6.75. But wait, walk-in-late-announce-your-snack-guy is at it again!

This time, the bastard took an entire large popcorn and threw it up in the air so that it fell all over the theater floor. Somebody has to clean that up, and he's just being a jerk. I go into little-man defense mode and stare this guy right in his face. I tell him from about 10 feet away that that was a "dick move" and keep staring in his face, but can't get his attention. He's much too involved with how hilarious he is to be concerned with me or my opinions on his actions.

Turns out, my cycling friend knows this character and agrees that he is a tool. BUT, he also is an amateur boxer. Boy, I'm on fire tonight! I judge the guy for his belt buckle and then idolize him, I pay $13 for a 1 hour biking documentary, and tried to pick a fight with a boxer. However, when we got to Applebee's after the show it was after 9 so appetizers were 1/2 price and beer was a dollar. I had a grande chicken quesadilla and 4 beers and it was less than 10 dollars. That was the one good decision of the night, but, by damn, it was a good one!