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Iron Breaks

When I was drop­ping off Becca Y at her house after Lil­lian L’s birth­day a cou­ple of weeks ago, we were talk­ing about our rea­sons for not drink­ing and she told me I had a lot of self-​control to give up alco­hol and meat.

I actu­ally think I have really bad self-​control. I think I’m being real­is­tic. I’m not try­ing to achieve Batman/“He’s a robot!” status.

It’s incred­i­bly hard for me to pass up meat and alco­hol. It’s hard for me to not get sec­onds or not have a cookie. It’s hard to not play games or hang out instead of study. It’s hard to read a text­book instead of a good novel. It’s hard to turn the TV off.

But that’s why I want to test myself. I want to see just how much con­trol I have.

What are some of the things you have a hard time stop­ping your­self from doing? And what meth­ods do you use to try to stop?

Hell On High Heels

It was great last night to go out for Lil­lian L’s birth­day and to see her, Stacey F, Becca Y, Miyama I, Chris T, Tina K, Michael B, Linda C, Andrew M, and Thu H. Plus their friends. Peggy S, I’m sorry you couldn’t make it and hope that you and your car are OK.

Dur­ing the bar golf game, the chit-​chat some­how hit the topic of Miss APhiO, and the fact that Chris T was a con­tes­tant. Appar­ently Tina K did not know this about him. We some­how got into desrib­ing his wardrobe, and some­one asked him, “So how did you like the heels?”

They were great. They made my thighs…“
 – Chris T, mak­ing some up-​and-​down hand ges­tures.
“Elon­gated?“
 – Some­one, try­ing to be help­ful.
“Yeah, they made my thighs elon­gated, like cel­ery.“
 – Chris T.

I’m pretty sure I did not mis­hear that, because I turned to Becca Y, the other sober per­son, to con­firm. Can any girls, or other Miss APhiO con­tes­tants, or peo­ple who know Chris T explain that com­par­i­son to me, please?

100 Degrees

Now that I think about it, I’m still pretty far behind. Should have writ­ten more yes­ter­day, but Saturday’s post was so long, and I had to do it twice because Fire­fox crashed the first time. Oh well… here’s Sunday…

Izzy P got a call in the mid­dle of the night and I woke her up for it since I was lying next to her. She didn’t sound very appre­ci­ata­tive, though… les­son learned: don’t wake up Izzy P.

Woke up at 5 and got ready in min­utes. Took a lit­tle longer to get every­one else ready. We left Peggy S’s place at 6, which was a lit­tle behind sched­ule, since we told Hanh D we would be pick­ing her up by then, and she lives on the other side of San Jose. For some rea­son, I was lead car to both Hanh D’s place and to the actual project. Maybe Peggy S and Ian R think I’m respon­si­ble, and/​or know my way around Frisco. Hehehe. But I did keep us going at a rea­son­ably good clip (aver­ag­ing 75), and we got there in time. And before the chair. :)

After we signed in, found that they weren’t very well orga­nized, and job assign­ments were almost a free-​for-​all. Most of us were doing Check­point 4. Doing what, I couldn’t even tell you. Then Will F announced that they needed another Delin­eator, so I went over to that crowd. Found out that what Delin­eators do is put down the cones that mark the course route, and pick them up again after every­one has passed. Not too com­pli­cated. I was in group D3 with Deb­bie P, Jackie H, Kevin P, and Thu H. And there were three non–APhiO peo­ple and David, our super­vi­sor and driver.

The first thing we had to do was put on our day-​glo orange hats and vests. (I think it’s a step up from the hot pink one I got last year. :) )

Putting down the cones was easy. We assem­bled them on the truck, and dropped them strate­gi­cally spaced out along our sec­tion of the route. Then one of us had to run along with cau­tion tape and con­nect all the cones. We also had to set up a cou­ple of bar­ri­cades to stop cars from turn­ing onto the course, and to mark some course haz­ards, like a big pile of dirt on the side of the road.

After we fin­ished mark­ing up our sec­tion, went to a big bend in the course between Check­points 1 and 2 and stopped there. Helped Energy 92.7 set up there, and Cheer SF was there, too. Spent the next four hours cheer­ing on every­one that went by. David was very inspired, he made pom-​poms out of extra cau­tion tape (one of the non–APhiO peo­ple told us last year he made skirts with it) and had a bunch of cheer signs ready. They included, “Your boots were made for walk­ing,” “You go _​_​_​_​_​(Fill in the blank),” “Thanks Gold Crown Walk­ers,” and “You walk­ers are bananas! B-​A-​N-​A-​N-​A-​S.” Oh, and he took one of the many “No Stop­ping” traf­fic signs from around the park and wrote under it, “You’re halfway there!” He also told us to think of some­thing, and he would put it on a sign for us, but none of us could come up with anything.

So we stood around for hours. Well, Kevin P and I stood around. Deb­bie P, Jackie H, and Thu H did a lot of danc­ing to the music. Thu H even requested songs. Saw Amy K, Diana Pai, Kitty K, and Carol S in the crowds. Also saw this scary old man who had a hot pink wig, neon orange bikini (com­plete with male camel-​toe), and tall black heels on. It was like the sun… I didn’t to look directly at him, for fear of per­ma­nent dam­age to the retinas.

Got sack lunches again. They were sit­ting in a cooler on the truck the whole time, but we didn’t really bust into them until the walk was almost over. Partly due to that one guy. It’s a good thing we did wait, though, because we def­i­nitely needed the energy for pick­ing up the cones. The process was a lot more involved than putting them down. We had two peo­ple run­ning slightly ahead tak­ing the cau­tion tape off the cones and wind­ing it up to throw away. Two more peo­ple ran along out­side and handed cones into the truck as it drove by. One per­son on the plat­form on the back of the truck to take the cones being handed in. And finally two peo­ple in the truck tak­ing the cones apart and stack­ing them up nice and neat.

That took a while. And I was stu­pid and stepped in a pot­hole and rolled my ankle, mak­ing me take a pretty embar­rass­ing fall and scrape my knee. And my ankle swelled up. That was fun.

After we fin­ished up, headed back to the other side of the park, where the fin­ish line was. Along the way we passed Jimmy P and Jane L’s Delin­eator crew, who were still hard at work. And their sys­tem wasn’t as good as ours. Oh, and ran­dom peo­ple we passed would shout, “We love you, Cone­heads!” as we passed. That was nice.

So we got back to the fin­ish line, where every­one else was. First thing Peggy S says to me when she sees me is to demand my hat, so that she could have the full set. Nhi K seemed to have every­thing under con­trol as chair, and told every­one we were all free to do what­ever, the project was now offi­cially over.

Ian R, Izzy P, Peggy S, Thu H, and I walk back to the cars, only to get stopped every cou­ple of yards by some­one who wants to buy one of Peggy S’s hats off of her. Got back to the cars and the plan was to fol­low Ian, who was going to Star­bucks, a gas sta­tion, Costco, and then back to Davis. Tried to fol­low him out of the city, but I lost him right before get­ting on the ramp to get onto the Bay Bridge, so I decided to just lead Peggy S back home. (Well, still stop­ping at Costco, by for­go­ing the Starbucks.)

Found out that Ian R some­how ended up pretty close behind us, so I was once again lead car. Took us most of the way, and then Peggy S (or maybe it was Ian R, I wouldn’t know because both Thu H’s cell phone and mine died, but she was the one who moved and had me fol­low) decided we weren’t going to the Vacav­ille one. We stopped at the one between Vallejo and Fair­field. I for­got the name of the town. Ian R and Peggy S got Harry Pot­ter there, and then I bor­rowed Peggy S’s card to get some gas.

Made it back home after long last, and I passed out almost imme­di­ately. Woke up a cou­ple hours later and went online for a bit. Peggy S woke up and we went out to din­ner. Were gonna eat at Thai Bistro, but they closed a lit­tle early, so ended up at Old Tea­house, where we ran into Ian R, Alice C, Becca Y, and David Y. Oh, and Deb­bie AY, Jenny D, Ling K, and Randy L were at a dif­fer­ent table, too. Peggy S got her Seafood Udon and I wanted the Seafood Bake, but they told me the oven was bro­ken, so no bakes pos­si­ble. I doubted it was actu­ally bro­ken, but what­ever… got the yin-​yang rice instead. Quote comes from din­ner talk.

My yogurt tea tastes like fever!”

- Peggy S.

What?”

- Us.

It tastes like fever!”

- Peggy S, not elab­o­rat­ing very well.

It tastes kinda like medicine…”

- Me, after try­ing a sip.

No, it tastes like fever! If you could drink fever, this is what it would taste like!”- Peggy S.

After that, Peggy S needed to study, and I offered to keep her com­pany by read­ing with her. Only we didn’t have a place, because she can’t con­cen­trate at her place, and my place was super hot. So we invited our­selves to Sophia C’s. But she wouldn’t let us bring Harry Pot­ter into her apart­ment, so I started to re-​read Crypto­nom­i­con instead.

After a while, Sophia C got tired and kicked us out, so I dropped Peggy S off, went home, and passed out.