Sitting outside at Alterra coffee shop where there is an opera going on so inside is packed with the scents of too much cheap perfume and bad cologne, bad breath and spilt coffee, lingering cigarette smoke and a hint of B.O. Just like a Broadway show's lobby at intermission. Marco and I are very confused right now. Confused that we aren't racing (since it was pouring rain at about 4:30pm and now it isn't), confused about this fecking opera at the coffee house (heard of serving coffee at an opera but not opera at a coffee house-odd), confused about the state of our bodies- pretty much everything right now is a little confusing. I'm going home soon (monday), after a nice little cruise to Columbus, and I've only raced a handful of times, gone through a bolt of toilet paper, drank very few beers, went to only one new bar (in the land of most bars per capita), and only got to two road races. Hopefully there will be some racing going on in Nor Cal (though I doubt it) that will be worth going to.