Weekend WTF: Disney Half, Birthdays and Labor Day 2009

Although I may not look like it – great hair and a fresh shaved face FTW this morning – I feel like a train wreck. Like a Decepticon triple changer that went choo choo and smacked me into space and hit me again in space shuttle mode, my insides feel amazing/awesome/any word that’s overused and overly medicated.

Friday we spun two birthdays at the Griffin. My attempts to play free drink game were blown when I made an exchange and offered to go double or nothing on a bet. I beat her at Rock, Paper, Scissors, but then she pulled a British fast one went double or nothing and cleared the board with her odds and evens. In the end we put aside our pride and offered to exchange drinks. I still view it as a loss but Emosweater tells me that it’s a good deal and a win.

Saturday was spent getting ready for the Disneyland Half marathon the next day; picking up race packets and the like. We also made time at Hermosa, which was pretty chill, except when the aforementioned girl I lost a bet with, thought it would be funny to kick sand in my face. We’re talking, ears, eyes, mouth, gums, teeth full of sand. I was pretty well humored about it admittedly, but my right eye hurts. I’m not sure why.

Sunday was the Disneyland Half Marathon. It’s now become tradition to get drunk the night before the race which leads to very bad things the next day. I can’t help it, I love my vices and I’m pretty damn sure they will be the end of me, but when I hit the course in my man tits running shirt – good gawd I am not at all attractive in running gear – heartburn kicked in and I had a very hard time keeping my breath in pace. Throw in the fact that after we ran through Anaheim Stadium, the sun brought out the heat spears and harpooned this whale to a pace of slow. Despite all the malcontent that may be implied, our V-formation finish was epic. As always Disney is a good time run.

We were supposed to spend the rest of the day catching up on R&R seeing as we just ran 13.1 miles, 16.1 to be exact because our lazy asses missed the tram to the course and we walked from our fabulous Motel 6, I know, gotta keep it classy, which was a good 1.5 miles away, but a beer montage and a few text messages later, we went from Vegas house music, to Korean Karaoke and fart jokes at Norm’s. Running on 4 hours of sleep over the course of 48 hours finally came to an end when I looked up at my skylight before dropping dead to sleep to see the sky turning blue at 5 am.

I spent the majority of Labor day skipping out on BBQ’s and instead staying home eating tacos, watching bad TV and lounging around on the couch. None of which, I regret.