Got up at the crack of dawn this morning to go with my dad and his friend up the mountain and register yet MORE bike riders for the race today, then hung around and worked the finish line (if you know what I mean...and I think you do), and finally got home a couple hours ago. I got about 5 hours of sleep and spent all morning getting "directive suggestions" from other people who hadn't had enough sleep, since most of the people involved with coordinating the race, and a good portion of the riders, camped on the mountain last night so as to not have to drive up there early this morning. Don't get me wrong, I'm SO glad no one tried to force me to camp (god forbid) but it was a long morning. Also, this is so going on my resume, it was for charity and I got to be the boss of people...the best of both worlds.
Other than that, my dad's friend that he rode with is named Ben and he's a dentist and it took all of my self-control to not spend all morning calling him "Dental Ben." Even thinking it makes me laugh and I know he must wonder why I'm such a psycho that I'm always just spontaneously breaking into psycho-giggles with no provocation. Also, Dad Spatula came in first in his age group for his class, and only fourth in his entire class...so he basically beat about 20 other riders that were all younger than him. I'm still pretty sure I'm adopted since I show NONE of this athletic prowess at all...unless you count marathon alchohol tolerance.
We're going to see The Bourne Supremacy this afternoon. I've already seen it but it's the only movie at the theater that meets my parent's strict requirements of not being R-rated and not being a "stupid kid's movie" and also there are only like 5 movies at the local theater, this being Podunk-ville and all. So, at least I can moon a little over Matt Damon I guess...I don't particularly think he's all that hot, but I have to say, I think they got him a tan and some steroids for this one because he looks a definite step above his regular old pale, kinda scrawny usual self.