casual ultimate » hot, nasty bad-ass stationary speed

With the awful weather cramping our cycling style, c.u. is looking to branch out to indoor wheel sports. this guy went 85 straight hours on the stationary cycle, with only one 5-minute break allowed for every hour of biking. wouldn’t necessarily give up my day job in pursuit of a Guinness record, but that seems like a weekend well spent. certainly more productive than c.u.’s weekend, where our greatest accomplishment was returning a keg and picking up ms. ulty’s old bike from the shop, and we needed hot cocoa, fresh biscuits and two hours watching talladega nights to recover from that. ms. ulty’s now wondering if “i’ll come at you like a spider monkey” would be an appropriate threat for her commuting nemesis.

to be fair, the weekend started out strong, with ms. ulty chowing down on killer cuban food with treem, el presidente and hendude. the pork-based lipids went to straight to her head, though, and things got crazy by the time el presidente led the charge to innertown pub. miss casual had just witnessed a knockdown dragout fight that ended in three people getting dragged out of the bar and the bouncer doing shots to dull the pain of getting punched in the face. is no corner bar safe for democracy? saturday meant biking and let’s pet puppies; *do not* let ms. ultimate near that store because the next time she goes in, she’s coming out with a puppy. on the way out we ran into our top economic advisor and biggest workplace fan, coach. schultzie’s party capped off the evening, but we were too tuckered out by leisure to see it through to the end. the fact that we made it to the party at all was a triumph of the human spirit, a feat just slightly less astounding than breaking a guiness world record. any crazy stories? who won dice cups?