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i always thought it would be pretty cool to be a barista. you know, dress like a beatnik, steam a bunch of milk or whatever. but after my trip to starbucks this am i'm convinced otherwise. the morning shift would be especially tough. not because people are rude but because everyone is a little slow to the punch because, well, they haven't had their coffee yet. i swear i've said that before. i'm having blog deja vu.

tonight is the big keg race. not exactly the type of racing i've been jonesing for. my plan...the sit and kick approach. i'm not going to be doing any work on the front of the group in this one. too early in the season. am i still talking about a beer drinking contest?

after that, we have two other parties to attend this weekend. man, i'm too old for this. alright, i'm not too old but it has definately lost it's appeal.

last night the weather was amazing. i didn't need my lights the whole 1.5hrs but i turned them on for safety sake. it's like a reward for getting out in the cold day after day...the light is noticably longer on a daily basis. just 4wks ago i was riding during the same time of day and it was pitch black out when i finished. neat.

wow, this has been a seinfeld-esque type of post. a post about nothing. i hope everyone has a good weekend.