Sleeping with the Enemy

So take one guess as to who's been around me all day. (laughs:) Brendan Newman. Isn't karma something?

I didn't have to look at his face all morning and then I show up to lunch to have to listen to him disagree with everything everyone else was saying. Guess what, Brendan? I do not care what you have to say. Maybe if we had biked 3700 miles together I would be polite and listen, but since you rode in on a bus just yesterday, it's really difficult to for me not to start screaming manically "You aren't entitled an opinion!"

I left lunch with Christopher, Jess, and Dan and went on a crazy tirade, finishing just in time to have him pull up behind us. The group started to paceline, but I started to yo-yo and told Dan to go ahead while I dropped off. Did Brendan continue this trend? No. He stayed back to talk to me.

Alright, I'll break down here for a split second and admit that he's OK. But that's only because he complimented my orange visor.

From there we rolled into Winthrop, WA (the campsite is 15 mi. away) and he's been hanging with the group ever since. I've made my escape to the library, but who knows what's in store for this afternoon.

I'll be out for probably the next 2 days since we're camping; I'll keep everyone posted if possible.