Apparently there is a small storm brewing down the road a little bit, just blown across Cuba and heading to the Bahamas. Bit of a bummer really as it is generally heading in our direction. It certainly looks like it will pass by where we want to go and if we leave as planned, we may well be heading straight for it. Will be keeping a close eye on that especially if the captain says we are leaving as planned because I might be rapidly cramming my stuff into a bag and getting off!
There once was a time when I would have rejoiced at hitting 33mph on my bike but now sadly, 33mph is just so last year ! The New York 44 is gonna take some beating so I have shifted my attention to the speed display at the top of Purgatory Hill. I tripped it late last week at around 14 or 15 mph – I don’t quite remember which but on Tuesday night I really slammed that mother – 18mph ! That’s uphill too don’t forget. Tonight I could only manage an absurd 17mph – I do find myself wondering if there is a possibility of a 20 in there – maybe with some fresh legs it can be done.
I also treated myself to a new ‘super fandango’ LED lamp. Gorgeous it is, and almost as expensive as one of the missus’s handbags, but unlike one of her bags, it has form and use. So bright is this thing I can dazzle the oncoming traffic if they forget to dip their lights.
So with this storm, Charleston may just be delayed. I hope so. I was told this week that we will be working on the Saturday that I intended to fly back to Newport for my ‘Pell Bridge Run’. That’s just the way it is I guess but still something of a pisser.
Tomorrow night, Live Music !! Most of you will have no idea just who the Mighty Diamonds are. Some of you may even be old enough to remember ‘Musical Youth’ – pass the dutchie from the left hand side. Well, the mighty diamonds wrote that song for the youth, something I only found out today. $16 buys a ticket to this monster music festival that no doubt will be filled with sad middle aged white folk like me, all dancing like white girls dance when listening to UB40. But enough of that (and yes, I am aware that starting a sentence with ‘but’ is very poor English).
Lets talk weight loss. My new target (because 95kilos is also so last year) is a big fat round 90kgs. Last week I managed to dip to the dizzying depths of 92.9kg, this week, I am hoping to be on the cusp of 91kgs. Chan said if I can get to 69kilos, he will let me shit in his wetsuit. Only problem there is that to get to 69kilos, I think I might have to cut off both of my legs – Thanks for the incentive Chan but I seem to remember from my Johnny Corporate days that goals and objectives have to be achievable.
Last weekend was the birthday weekender. Myself and another crew member shared the same birthday – almost. We had a joint party at a friends place here which just happens to be an old church. The theme for the party was ‘Circus’ and somehow I managed to get roped in to being the ‘Bearded Lady’. The girls were very excited about buying my clothes – a nice black number, with a feather boa, blonde wig and black beard and not forgetting the blue eye shadow and red lippy. I had to stop them buying me stiletto heels. You would think that size 14 would be near impossible to find but oh no, they found some. I will find some photos soon and post them here.
Ok, time for bed. Keep your fingers crossed that –
1. The storm delays our departure and I can run the bridge
2. The captain doesn’t decide to run headlong into the storm
3. In case of 2. – I have the balls to pack my gear and get the fuck off!
4. If we sit it out on the dock, we survive all in one piece