The lockers are always broken. At the time I’m writing this, they’re rectifying the issue by going from electronic locks to old-fashioned lockers that necessitate clients to bring their own locks, but this problem should not go undocumented, and frankly, I haven’t had a whole lot to write about these last few days.
USA FUCK YEAH! indeed.
This year, we had more people come than ever before and Jen and I also bought more fireworks than ever before, for our annual July 4th party that happened on the 7th due to the fucked up nature of July 4th being on a got-damn Wednesday.
Despite the sweltering heat initially, the evening cooled substantially once the sun set out of view, and there was tons of food to match the number of people who came down to Zombieland to eat, drink and watch some fireworks. And to those who all came, I can’t speak for Jen, but I’m ever grateful that you made the lengthy trip down to our sticks for this party. It means a lot to me.
Dog eats big meal, dog gets the ITIS, dog goes to sleep. Happens to the best of us.
I know there are a few people interested in the photos taken over the July the 4th 7th party. But you’ll have to excuse the slower turnaround time these days, because of my fancy-schmancy aZn creeper DSLR camera, I’m shooting in RAW, and it takes a considerable bit longer time to process all the pictures and get them up online. But I’ll be posting them fairly soon, so hold your got-damn horses.
I definitely have jury duty tomorrow, and I am none to pleased by that development, so once that bullshit is out of my hair, I’ll hopefully have the adequate time needed to finish the rest up.
So in the meantime, endure the dog pictures.
A few weeks ago, I went up to Maryland for my annual “Let’s get drunk in Baltimore and watch baseball” trip. Although the trip has drastically changed how I feel about traveling to that area in the month of June moving forward, the trip itself was its usual entertaining self.
While up there, I decided to venture out to Frederick to see a ballpark I hadn’t seen before, where the high-A Orioles affiliates play. And then the day after that was usual drunken shenanigans in Baltimore, except that this year, both the O’s and Nationals are contending teams, leading to a metric fuckton more people being there, much to my annoyance.
Yeah, I’ve been a slow getting to this one. I went up to Frederick, Maryland, a town I’ve been to many times in my past, but never for baseball before. I used this venture as a perfect excuse to say happy belated Father’s Day, as my dad went to go watch baseball and drink beer, all while I got to check another unexplored baseball park on my list. Harry Grove Stadium, home of the Frederick Keys, the Class A+ affiliates of the Baltimore Orioles.
According to the timing chips, I completed the Peachtree Road Race in 58:45 this year. I am pleased by this number. Even more so because the last time I ran it, the chips said that I ran the race in 1:03:04, which mortified me that I was then incapable of completing 6.2 miles in under an hour. But such a fluke has been rectified, and I’m back to under an hour, right around the pace where I think I should be running.
As I said, I am happy with my result. Especially considering how blown up I felt during the ascent up Cardiac Hill, making me think that I was ill-prepared this year, but the key is that I never stopped running regardless. And despite feeling like I didn’t have the late-race adrenaline rush like I had in the past which has usually served to hoist me through the final 0.2 miles of the race, when I saw the finish line in sight, it came through once again, and was a big contributor to shaving off at least half a minute from my time.
I see a lot of people wearing American flag stuff; shorts, shirts, bandanas, etc., but to me, nothing is more appropriately American than my Hulk Hogan Hulkamania shirt. Gonna own this.
