Last Saturday was quite productve despite my head cold making me miserable. I started my day off with some awful food like most champions do (or so I'm told). I went to a local restaurant that had been recommended to me years ago that I've been meaning to go to. I kept hearing things about how they had the best philly steak sandwich in the state. I found that hard to believe. I was confident my favorite shit-hole restaurant had already claimed that title. However, I do love going to local restaurants. It's one of my favorite things to do. The service was great, the food was good, but it couldn't overthrow the current title of best philly steak sandwich. Shithole restaurant still holds that title safely and securely. After that fattening lunch, I then decided to go to my newfound favorite donut shop. They have a cinnamon roll covered in coffee cake crumbs. Against that pastry, I'm completely powerless. I could recieve the worst news ever and forget all about it by eating that ingenius pastry. It combines my two favorite things about a pastry: cinnamon sugar and coffee cake.
Feeling confident that I had just given myself diabetes, I decided that it was high time to get my car registered after I let the registration lapse for a couple of months. Plus, I got a ticket in Park City for my expired registration. Which, I have no problem with in principle. I was breaking the law and got caught. But still.....That's $100 down the drain. I should have known better than to drive my expired car through a town whose crime rate is relatively low and their cops boredom factor relatively high. I was just asking to get a ticket.
After I got my car registered, I was feeling rather saucy. I had money to spare. It was time for me to get the mountain bike I had wanted for a while. I got back into my street-legal car and drove to the bike shop post haste. The bike purchase went smoothly. Nothing to complain about except for the service that I seemed to have recieved begrudingly from a lazy and/or disgruntled staff member. I was spending good money on a bike. But it felt as though I was inconveniencing them with my purchase. I'm surprised I also didn't get a kick in the ass on my way out the door. I won't be going there again for my bicycle-related needs in the future.
Even though I was sick, I decided I had to ride the bike. How could I not? I spent a little over a grand on the damn thing. I should ride it the first day I get it! This proved to be a bad idea. I found myself woefully unprepared for how out of shape I was to ride it. Combine that with my cold, I was huffing and puffing like a dying Geo Metro. It was kind of embarrassing since I didn't go very far. I was so out of breath. My first instinct on this issue would be to save my pride and blame it all on the cold. This respiratory cold was the cause of my inability to peddle a bike up small inclines. (Yes, small inclines. Not hills. It was sad.) The next coming days, I got slowly better and started to ride my bike more often. I was definitely out of shape. But I enjoyed just being outdoors and absorbing the fresh air. Even if my fat ass was having an obvious hard time moving up the simplest of obstacles. I couldn't help but think of how I used to ride around this whole neighborhood as a kid, no problem. Now I'm in the prime of my youth and can barely make it. But don't you worry, troubled reader. I will get the hang of this and will no longer be embarrassed on the roads. I'm scared to do my first mountain trail. I'm sure it will be an ass-kicking discovery of my lack of physical prowess.
The last thing I will bore you with is how happy I am to have found a plain black hat. I've always been one to wear really simple clothing. I hate today's clothes with all the flashy designs. All the shirts and jackets are covered in crappy semi-artsy designs. If it's not designs it's covered in, it's covered in logos. It's almost inadvertantly becoming a NASCAR-esque way of clothing. This rant on today's styles really confirms that I am OLD! But that's ok because I have always known that. Anywho, most of my clothes tend to be super plain. If there is a logo, it's simple, centered and a two-color maximum on the entire piece. Most of my clothes tend to be just black, grey and an occasional off color like brown or green. It's simple, doesn't draw attention and makes me look like less of a toolbag. Hats are very much becoming problematic in this same fashion. Too flashy. My favorite hats have very minimal logo's stamped on them. I've always been on the lookout for just a plain black hat. But it's hard to find one that's not extraordinarily crappy. Generic hats tend to unravel easy or look shoddy. (Don't worry, I'm coming to the climactic point of this story.) As I was walking through a Wal-Mart I found a hat rack that had what I had been looking for my whole life. The holy grail of plain! A plain black hat that fit and was made of quality material. My heart melted a little. The price: $3. My knees started to get weak and I think a little drool escaped my mouth. (I will neither confirm or deny that conclusively.) It was the last one. I snatched it up before some toolbag starting a clothing company can ruin it with a badly made logo. It was mine for the taking in all it's plain glory!
I can't believe I wrote such a long blog about this. It really underlines the generally uninteresting characteristics of my life. But that's ok. It's my life and I'm happy with it.
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