No more pizza please

Its P.O.
Post Otter

We've come a long way since the days of watching the pizza bouncy houses.

I hope to have my pictures posted tonight.

That is, if I can find my camera.

I should take a picture of the back of Sputnik. Somehow, after all was said and done, we packed the last remnants of the booth into the Sput and were able to drop off the budget van empty and (sort of) clean. Thank you to all the tired crew who helped pack up last night.

Those things will probably remain in Sputnik for a few more days.

I would do one of those thank you list thingies...but I would probably leave someone out.

But if I did do one of those thank you list thingies, all the team members who came out and volunteered at the booth would be at the top of the list. We could not do this without you.

I hope everyone had a great time racing. I'm feeling a little pissed about what they did to the expert women, but I won't fill this blog with that pissed off energy right now. Maybe next post.

Vicodin kisses go out to downed bella, Julie. We're thinking about you. But please, don't send me anymore bashed in face pictures. Ewwwww.

I am hoping some race reports come in so we can plop them out here on the reports blog. I do gotta tell you one thing:
We were fucking awesome.

And I never thought I would get tired of pizza...but after three nights in a row of delivery...I am looking forward to some Indian food or something.

And some quiet time...