Triathletes behaving badly! Good Times!

I am sitting here feeling guilty about missing my 10:00am run with HPR because I slept till 10:10am. Why would I (we)be sleeping so late you ask? Well, because we were out last night doing beer bongs and keg stands while dressed as Vegas entertainers. What other good reason would there be? Conveniently we forgot our camera at home so we will have to wait till the photos are posted on our teams web site to get a full view of the festivities. Right now I can't quite remember the whole thing and there is comfort in that. I do remember bailing down the hardwood stairs in the hosts foyer with my old boxing boots on. Apparently the soles of the shoes have hardened over the 8 years they have been in storage and mixed with nice shiny hardwood they act like the shoe worn by curlers. To add to the good times I was holding a cup full of coffee that did not survive the flight. Why would I be drinking coffee after doing beer bongs? No really! I am asking you. Why would I be drinking coffee after doing beer bongs? Maybe I was running an experiment on what would happen to your digestive system at night after consuming shooters, beer, cookies, pastries filled with cream, chips, pork balls, cake, tarts, rum and pepsi, cheese, aaaaannnnndddddd COFFEE. Let me tell you. One word. Heartburn. Not regular heartburn but the kind that makes you think you could die because the acid in your stomach is actually digesting your throat and thoracic region.

I guess I should explain what we were doing dressed up and stuff. We are on a triathlon team called Human powered Racing and they have an annual event at Christmas the follows a theme and people show up in costume. This year was Vegas entertainers. As Vegas entertainers I went as a boxer and Tammy went as a female Elvis rock start. Her outfit was nice and tight and if you looked close enough you could see her undergarments. I think the boys liked it. I know I did. I was pretty much naked with my body all oiled up, hands wrapped, and wearing the 'boxing shoes'. It would have made for a great slow motion shot watching me do the dance on the stairs holding a coffee. Our friend Tamara saw the whole thing up close and it seemed my feet were in the air for a long time while everyone was gasping. Honestly, it was the shoes not the alcohol. RRigghhhtt.
I will try and post photos soon.