Hit the road in the supposed 8 degree windchill this morning, which I'm going to call bs on, for a steady 16ish miles. I actually felt pretty good, if a tad stiff after yesterday's easy running. Hit up another 30' jog w/ skolnick after seeing Dan In Real Life at the $ theater. I rate Steve Carell's latest flick as a B-. Jokin, if you're reading this, I stopped by to check on you at the shop but no dice and it looked a tad busy I might add- almost like Gus needs to hire another strapping young shoe jockey. So with the colder weather and lack of funding I'm currently recieving, I have become interested in utilizing the public transportation in Norman. Conveniently, there is an apartment stop just up the way from my house where I can then make it over to the south oval. I assumed that this was either a free route or cost 50 cents. Turns out that even though it's a CART bus, it's only available for use by students, you can't even pay your way. This pissed me off because it effectively shuts off the bus system unless I walk the mile over to Lloyd Noble and then take that bus, which basically renders it about as convenient as riding my bike in terms of time or in the case of inclement weather. So, combine that with Jordan's sentimments on the bus being perpetually late, I have concluded the public transportation around town is seriously lacking. I did happen to catch a public forum where they addressed the updating of the CART system but it is going to be a lengthy 3 stage process that is going to take a few years to implement. THe CART site and an overview of the restructuring plan is available here. Perhaps more noteworthy is the fact that Shaggy (former OU trackie) is the official poster boy of CART and who knew he would look so ruggedly hansome with a cheap bike helmet on his head.
That would be the theme for last night's outing to OKC with der boys. The trend of feeling off continues to overwhelm and I can't help but chalk it up to the "smorgasboard effect." Contemporary wisdom tells us that fusion is all the rage and who am I to blow against the wind? At some point however, I think that can lead to an assemblage frought with gastronomic peril and, worse, something that gives little Scotty D a tummy ache. Cue the scene, we had put down a few stouts and pale ales prior to departure from Stu's. I, of course, was lauded for my incredible driving ability over the perhaps 2 mile route to Cheever's. Upon arrival we ordered a couple bottles of vino and some apps. I think this is where the trouble began. The first combo would be the Malbec/Hummus/Fried Calamari/Pinot combo only to be outdone by the proceeding Merlot/Nacho/Pecan, Chocolate,& Ice Cream Ball conglomeration. Stu knew something was up and opted for a jog back to the house where ...
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