Like a kid at Christmas

I know you have HAD the call out of no where..."bro we are coming out to ride last minute. Get your shit together and be ready. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday then we gotta book it back to Cali, gotta work". Yea not kidding gotta work. So I gotta blow off work mid week to take you around to my favorite single track secret locations?

Um...well...shit...can't...can...check with the wife...organize a room in Aspen...line up our mutual buddies here to also bail on mid week work...stop drinking beers now so I can drink more then...suddenly gotta wrench...clients coming into town, crap...brake pads needed...gotta ask Noah to join us...call Curly...check with the wife...check with the wife...check with the wife...call Ashleigh for last minute tires...check with the wife...where to go...can't wait to watch my bros suck wind at altitude...text wife forget calling her...maybe email her...fork seal is blown, crap...hit the gym real quick, once...call clients...did that email go through to the wife...call Noah...call Noah...call Noah...I AM SO PUMPED THE BOYS ARE COMING INTO TOWN TO RIDE, FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS!