I am rather loath to type this up today, but I guess I am somewhat obligated.  Plus, it wasn’t all that bad a weekend, so I should recap it in some fashion.  Friday was typically non-eventful;  I went to the Brooksider for a few hours.  I suppose you could call that something of a “rut,” but I like it.  Nice evening too.  Hung out and caught up on the local gossip;  It’s amazing how much fascinating news you miss out on only going there once a week.  Makes for more subject matter.  Once the subject matter had run thin though, I bailed out and spent the rest of the evening on the couch, alternating between the Chief’s miserable loss and the Royal’s miserable loss.  The Royal’s game was definitely the more watchable of the too, for what that’s worth.  Meanwhile, Donette was at the stadium watching the football game with her sister, which she said was fun.  I haven’t even seen the remodeled stadium yet, I guess I need to get out there too.

Saturday, for reasons I’m not entirely clear on or particularly interested in asking about, I hosted a Fantasy Football draft for Martin’s league.  They were going to grab some tables at the Brooksider, but decided it was going to be too crowded.  I’m not actually in their league, but I guess since I have the house closest to the place they were going, it made sense to somebody.  Hey, whatever, it was fun.  I got to see everybody in one place, without ever having to leave my own yard.  We even Skype’d in Schmidt from Australia, which worked out quite nicely.  Donette opted out of the event though, and headed for a girl’s-night-out with a few friends.

Sunday Munkirs came over and picked me up bright and early at 6:00 for a bike ride out at Longview Lake.  I chose this event to break the news to him that I’d picked up a new bike, which I’d somehow managed to keep secret over the last three weeks I’d been working on the deal.  He was appropriately angered, further justifying my purchase.  Matter of fact, he even referred to me with the exact same derogatory phrase Martin had when I showed him the night before.  This made the ride a success before we even started in my mind.  We went on this ride last year too, and it was an unmitigated disaster.  This year was smooth sailing though, I’m sure due to my new bicycle.  The fact that we only rode half as far might have played into things also, but I’m going with the new bike.  By the time I got home, Donette was at her first official training session for the 1/2-marathon she is planning on running this winter.  (The event is in Las Vegas;  Should be nice and warm.)  She said it went well;  She ran two miles, got some new running gear, and met some new people.  Since we had both done our exercise for the day, we decided we’d earned a dinner out.  We mulled over several fancy options, eventually deciding on the same ol’ 75th Street.  Boring choice perhaps, but tasty as always.

Pic of the new bicycle; The name has been removed from the down-tube to hide my shame at getting such an extravagance.