Now that we're all caught up...

I just want to remind everyone that I fucking hate people.
People are the worst.

They'll cut you off, steal your parking space, waste your time, get in your way, and bore the hell out of you and never lose a minute's sleep over it.
It's all about me me me.
Everyone is fucking special.




I'm fucking special.

CSI season premier

Sucked ASS! (high pitch sing song)

Sara lives. So what. She is still leaving after 5 episodes. Bitch.

Here's a guarantee:

15 years from now, Jorja Fox will be on "Where are they now?" talking about how stupid she was for leaving a top rated show over a contract dispute so she could pursue.... NOTHING!

Those who forget the past.....

But besides that it was just terrible. I've never seen a worse episode.

Was that a shark?

Super Secret Meeting with the Commish

Also so referred to Happy Hour.
At the golf coarse in Tukwila, no less.
And it was packed! Who are all these idiots hanging out at the golf coarse?!...in Tukwila!?
Whatever.

We had mini pulled pork sandwiches, potato skins, and garlic hot wings.
We didn't learn a damn thing from poor Mr. Bossett (dead guy at Eastlake Grill.)

Only because the Commish's b-day is nigh, Steve manned up and had two shots of Tequilla with us.

All three of us have issues with our FF Running Back situation. I have three very startable backs. Steve and Bruce do not.
I would laugh it up except my Wide Recievers are a bunch of cans. I've got Terrell, Lameass #1, and Lameass #2. I am so going down this week.

Off to Suburban Starbucks. Lot's of cops there. Good thing we hadn't been drinking.
I know it's just Starbucks, but they have a pumpkin muffin to die for. Seriously. I left after a few hours to let the boys catch up on obscure music trivia and politics.

FF Week 3 Wrap-up

TPE is the only undefeated team in LOIN.
This situation won't last long (interleague play starts now) but I will always have that to hold over everyone's head. That's really all that's important.

Smith- Day 2

8 a.m. start.
More fake coffee, instant oatmeal, and PB&J.

I led Bunny Face for the 4th time. I did it mostly w/o whining. This is a big deal for me.

Josh put up a nice 5.9 corner with a crazy traverse and a downclimb that Steve had to clean. Lot's of whining ensued.

Steve put up Helium Woman and Captain Zenelith. More whimpering. I actually covered my eyes for a moment. He powered through.

Shelly did not let him rest on his laurels, though, and psychobabbled him into leading Moonshine Dihedral. The best climb ever! Pure stemming for almost 100 feet.
Nice! Climbing season is officially salvaged.

Had to leave early cos Shelly was in the unusual position of having to go to work on Monday. Her and Josh packed up and took off. Steve and I bought matching pants (we are so into matching these days) at the Boulder Comp festival and headed to Bend to watch some football. Saw the Seahawks pull out a nail biter and tried to calculate our FF scores.

Steve had had the foresight to find a rec center with a pool in Bend since we got shut out in Squamish last weekend. We drove around frantically to locate it and got there just in time to get a swim in. With the exception of the Monkey Bars, Bend has an even nice set up than Squamish. A heated pool outside. We got some laps in and some hot tub time. Then found another bar and watched the late game. Terrell did not let me down. After much hemming and hawing, Steve and I halved a steak. Steak is good. Garlic steak is better.

Long drive home.

Smith- Day 1

It's been an unusually rainy summer in Seattle and the few nice stretches have been precisely timed not to coincide with many climbing trips.
This has not affected me personally at all. But Steve and Josh have been feeling persecuted.
This trip to Smith was turning into the Holy Grail. A last ditch effort to save their season. Men are so cute with their goals and whatnot.
I was excited about camping and Shelly was excited about beer.
Everyone got what they wanted on Saturday.

Josh got an 11b he's been looking at for a year now.

Whartley's Revenge. A very burley dihedral. I made Steve lead a 5.6 flake so I could get up on top to take some pics. I got a few and then my camera went dead. Way to plan ahead, Dumbass.

Steve put up a heinous 10a/b face problem, which I hated.... but it was impressive.

Shelly and I cheered. Partly cos we were proud of the guys and partly cos that meant it was time to go to Deschutes.

A brief "I forgot my ID in the tent" scare ensued. We made work around plans. False alarm. Everyone got their beer, burgers, and ribs. Had some Thai hot wings that were unbelievable. Not quite nuclear but Sue would've had to keep her distance.

Too tired for Patron shots. Big day!

Smith- The Drive Down

So by now, my PBF and I are old hands at long trips together.
No surprise that the 6+ hour drive to Terrabone went smoothly. I met Steve at his house after we both got our exercise in. I stopped on the way and purchase some adult diapers so I wouldn't have to violate the one-stop rule.
We made good time and rolled in and set up camp by 9.
Even peppy enough to run into Redmond and get some drinks and nachos at Mazatlan.
It may be a chain but they ain't scaird to put some cheese on their nachos.
Good thing we went to the trouble of going to the gym. Always just breaking even....