I’m going to try to update this briefly while I’m home. But let me warn you: my parent’s dial-up Internet connection is powered by a hamster on a wheel. It’s already crashed twice this morning.
I’m gearing up for my bridal shower, which will take place under a circus tent in the backyard. Only a handful of girls will be here, including my loveable aunts, PK, Heelya, Caroline (a frequent Lance commenter) and my Ro of course.
My father is heading out the door to pick up the boatloads of food my mom prepared for this event. She made so much food (for 18 people) that she had to store it at my dad’s machine shop one town over. As I’m typing this now, my Dad walked past and asked what I was doing.
“I’m updating the Lance,” I said.
“Ah. Well you’ve gotta switch into another gear when you use this computer.”
“I know Dad. It’s crashed twice already.”
To save on time, here is one picture from The Ride for Roswell, which I completed yesterday. Thank you to everywhere who donated. I raised $675. (All said the ride raised $2 million for the Roswell Park Cancer Institute.) Ro, my sister Heelya, her boyfriend Brian and I rode 62.5 miles yesterday morning. We woke up at 4 a.m. Pedaled with no pain, without any flat tires or any mishaps, save for one 12-bike pileup five feet in front of us. It was a domino-effect type crash that resulted in one broken collarbone , three mangled bikes and one bloody face. Our team, thank Jebus, rode away unscathed. Ironically, the crash was caused by a flock of over-confident high-speed cyclists on $4,000 bikes, who were riding within inches from each other’s tires. The crash was so bad we all heard the guy’s collarbone break. Nasty stuff.
On that note, my bridal shower is in a few hours. I’ve gotta help my mom set up shop. I have much more eloquent posts brewing, but I’m saving them for later. I write better when I’m not distracted. But you all know that.