We are finally getting caught up with laundry and as I pull things out of the dryer and see the schwag from the Puff, there are brief moments of nostalgia (it was all of 10 days ago but somehow suffering through an event like that makes it seem like eons ago - it might have something to do with repressing the agony and a touch of denial).
The schwag was OK considering the entry fee - nothing special, nothing too disappointing...you get to a point where you have way too many event t-shirts and the fact is that living in Montana means you will not have a big window to wear said tee's.
Once again the lovely backyardigans were in sesh last night...I got some much needed CDT trail therapy last night. It was rather uneventful and was just a very very enjoyable ride...until you stopped at the car and the mosquitos swarmed.
So why was therapy in order??? Our WT (white trash...although now that I think about it, calling them white trash might actually be insulting white trash) neighbors have been in rare form as of late. Between the house getting egged and all around loud bufoonery late at night, it has been a little much. The teenager's friends have been over the last few evenings and have been making themselves loud and obnoxious...the bag of tricks includes honking horns, setting off car alarms, yelling, cranking tunes, more yelling, throwing a basketball around...all this at about 11 at night. Monday night finally wore me down and I went out to go talk to them. I asked them to keep it down to which they promptly responded that it was not them it was their friends in the car....I told them they were part of the problem yelling, screaming, etc...I went over and knocked on the car windows and quickly heard this giggling and scrambling inside the car....me thinks they might have been acting a little naughty naughty! Despite my frustration I had the internal giggle going as they were scrambling to make themselves 'presentable'.
The noise subsided and all was good on Wall Street once again...until I woke up and let the dogs out...and noticed someone had dropped a chicken bone in our yard...normally I would not think twice about it but the fact was it looked like it was intentionally placed there...The scary thing is that chicken bones can do some serious harm to dogs if they chew them and swallow them (they splinter and end up puncturing things as it goes through the digestive system). It might well be coinkydinky that I talked to the WT team the night before and the very next morning I found the chicken bone gift...or maybe not. Given the repeat offender history, it certainly adds a touch of paranoia into the mix.
2 words: Surveillance Camera
2 more words: Short Leash
I did call the Butte PO-PO to inform myself of noise ordenances...they edumacated me about how they don't have a noise ordinance but they do have a disorderly conduct umbrella that this falls under...they get a warning the first time then a citation the next...hopefully it will be enough of a deterrent to stop the douchebaggery (doubtful though, hence the security camera strateeeegary)
The schwag was OK considering the entry fee - nothing special, nothing too disappointing...you get to a point where you have way too many event t-shirts and the fact is that living in Montana means you will not have a big window to wear said tee's.
The schwag kit included the Puff T-shirt, socks, water bottle and if you were lucky enough to finish: a finisher hat.
The absurdity of it all is that you pay $200+ to endure the suffering (not to mention the countless hours training and suffering in fear of not suffering too badly on event day - notice the use of the word 'event' as opposed to 'race' as there are only a select few freaks of nature who are able to maintain 'race pace' for that long)....back to the absurdity though - the whackiness is you pay a high entry fee and then you somehow feel excited about minimal schwag that comes with signing up and finishing. The reality is you could take the entry fee and buy yourself some nice upgrades on the bike...but instead we pay money to suffer...to each their own I suppose...Once again the lovely backyardigans were in sesh last night...I got some much needed CDT trail therapy last night. It was rather uneventful and was just a very very enjoyable ride...until you stopped at the car and the mosquitos swarmed.
So why was therapy in order??? Our WT (white trash...although now that I think about it, calling them white trash might actually be insulting white trash) neighbors have been in rare form as of late. Between the house getting egged and all around loud bufoonery late at night, it has been a little much. The teenager's friends have been over the last few evenings and have been making themselves loud and obnoxious...the bag of tricks includes honking horns, setting off car alarms, yelling, cranking tunes, more yelling, throwing a basketball around...all this at about 11 at night. Monday night finally wore me down and I went out to go talk to them. I asked them to keep it down to which they promptly responded that it was not them it was their friends in the car....I told them they were part of the problem yelling, screaming, etc...I went over and knocked on the car windows and quickly heard this giggling and scrambling inside the car....me thinks they might have been acting a little naughty naughty! Despite my frustration I had the internal giggle going as they were scrambling to make themselves 'presentable'.
The noise subsided and all was good on Wall Street once again...until I woke up and let the dogs out...and noticed someone had dropped a chicken bone in our yard...normally I would not think twice about it but the fact was it looked like it was intentionally placed there...The scary thing is that chicken bones can do some serious harm to dogs if they chew them and swallow them (they splinter and end up puncturing things as it goes through the digestive system). It might well be coinkydinky that I talked to the WT team the night before and the very next morning I found the chicken bone gift...or maybe not. Given the repeat offender history, it certainly adds a touch of paranoia into the mix.
2 words: Surveillance Camera
2 more words: Short Leash
I did call the Butte PO-PO to inform myself of noise ordenances...they edumacated me about how they don't have a noise ordinance but they do have a disorderly conduct umbrella that this falls under...they get a warning the first time then a citation the next...hopefully it will be enough of a deterrent to stop the douchebaggery (doubtful though, hence the security camera strateeeegary)
Ahoy from ATL.
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