Sweetness, Sickness

I love sweet tea. It's fucking delicious. This is a problem because I was recently given a fifth of Firefly Sweet Tea vodka. Apparently that stuff is brewed just like regular sweet tea but using vodka instead of water. It is both delicious and, at 70-proof, relatively potent. So what did I do last night? I pour myself a nice tall glass of the stuff over 4 ice cubes and drank it like I would a sweet tea from Cracker Barrel. Mistake. I didn't really realize that I had drank an entire glass of vodka until the cup was empty and I had finished my fifth beer. Then I was drunk. Then I went to bed. Then I woke up and said "Fuck. Ouch." I had the hangover from hell and nothing makes me want to ride a bike less than a pounding headache, nausea, and being assaulted by bright lights and loud noises. So instead of riding, I dove into my obnoxiously large cache of bicycle components in an attempt to organize them.

I am not normally the organizing type. This is partly because I am a lazy piece of shit and partly because I have yet to build the rest of the Ikea furniture I got this summer, which includes a huge shelving system. But my collection of bike paraphernalia is getting increasingly harder to manage, making any attempt to find anything that I actually need nearly impossible. I separated bent and twisted bars from the straight ones, designated a new box specifically for cranks and chainrings, and stuffed all miscellaneous bolts, cables, and housing into a messenger bag that I'll use whenever I need to build a bike. At one point bike parts littered the entire floor around me and, yes, I was pretty much in heaven. Over an hour later, I think my stuff is as organized as it will ever be until I buy/build myself a workshop, stand and tools. Now I have to ice my head before it explodes.