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chicago day 1
so yesterday i woke up nice n early to get my ass to the Tampa airport.
no problems with security though today i realize that my carry on did have liquid items. of course, no one caught it. great job tsa.
instead of richard picking me up (limo company dude) he sent a new guy who was totally GQ looking. gay man wet dream. hah. richard couldnt get me because he was off picking up justin timberlake. oh well. i guess mr timberlake is bigger than kumi. :-p
so then laura is like, we're going to this film festival downtown. and we're riding bikes. we're going to see ferris buhler's day off. i ask how far is it, and she's like oh a couple of miles. GAH.
it ends up being one nice and sweaty fucking bike ride over 7 miles to the park and of course just as many going back. i dont excersice. hardly ever never. it was a nice ride though, when i could catch my breath and look at the water. when we did get to the park, we dropped off the bikes at the valet tent, and waited for her buddy to show up. oh, and she fucked up. the movie was On the Waterfront instead. (I COULDA BEEN A CONTENDAH!)
i did make it back to the truck without stopping to rest though.
today, my crotch hurts. my butt bown and cooter bone is sore. i feel like, well, i feel like i've been attacked by a fucking machine, though i dont really know what that feels like really, but i could imagine.
PHOTOS UP AT THE MOBLOG
(the bike ride and scenery, and TAM to MDW (chicago midway)).
http://kumimonster.blogspot.com/
oops damn caps.
no problems with security though today i realize that my carry on did have liquid items. of course, no one caught it. great job tsa.
instead of richard picking me up (limo company dude) he sent a new guy who was totally GQ looking. gay man wet dream. hah. richard couldnt get me because he was off picking up justin timberlake. oh well. i guess mr timberlake is bigger than kumi. :-p
so then laura is like, we're going to this film festival downtown. and we're riding bikes. we're going to see ferris buhler's day off. i ask how far is it, and she's like oh a couple of miles. GAH.
it ends up being one nice and sweaty fucking bike ride over 7 miles to the park and of course just as many going back. i dont excersice. hardly ever never. it was a nice ride though, when i could catch my breath and look at the water. when we did get to the park, we dropped off the bikes at the valet tent, and waited for her buddy to show up. oh, and she fucked up. the movie was On the Waterfront instead. (I COULDA BEEN A CONTENDAH!)
i did make it back to the truck without stopping to rest though.
today, my crotch hurts. my butt bown and cooter bone is sore. i feel like, well, i feel like i've been attacked by a fucking machine, though i dont really know what that feels like really, but i could imagine.
PHOTOS UP AT THE MOBLOG
(the bike ride and scenery, and TAM to MDW (chicago midway)).
http://kumimonster.blogspot.com/
oops damn caps.
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