2005-01-03 - 1:07 p.m.
Running 26.2 miles isn’t easy.
That’s why I’m not doing it.
But my friends are. They’re running in the Disneyworld Marathon next week. My lovely wife and I will be flying down to cheer them on. We’ll be standing on the sidelines smoking, drinking Bloody Marys, cheering them on and basically serving as a warning to everyone just why you should stay in shape.
That’s me. The worlds best bad example.
After the race, we’ll spend the rest of the week in Disney. I’m hopping there wont be too many kids there. That can really ruin a nice vacation: Having all these rug rats running around with sticky fingers, screaming and crying and cutting me in line as I wait to meet Tigger. Lil, snot nosed bastards. I don’t think they should allow children into Disneyworld.
Disneyworld factoid: You are not allowed to swim in the water fountains. Trust me on this one.
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New years was nice. We hooked up with several other couples and went to a club and had a great dinner and saw a fantastic blues band. I’m told I had a good time. I’m gonna take peoples word for it. Al I know is that I came home with all my clothes and some money still in my pocket. Another personal best. Yay!
The next morning there was a birthday celebration for my 90 year old grandmother. Good lord. Who the hell schedules a birthday party on New Years day? I looked like shit. I felt like shit. But I was there, hung over, bleary eyed, reeking of booze, wishing my elderly grandmother a happy birthday. For a few moments I though I was going to vomit all over my grandmothers little orthopedic shoes. Nice. I can’t wait to see the pictures.
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