I had to write this update because it is huge.
Let's start with the message:
I was told to go with Paul because he is better than the meth addict with the sunken eyes.
When I walked over to him, he reminded me of "The Comic Book Guy" from "The Simpsons". He even sounded like him!!!
Anyways, I told him that my quads/hammies/shoulders/lower back were sore.
Everything was fine until he got to my butt.
Once he got there, he exclaimed "wow, this is why your back is sore!!!!!"
For the next 20 minutes, he pounded it like a chef from "Chili's" trying to tenderize a piece of beef. It was really awkward.
After the massage, I came back for dinner.
20 minutes in to dinner, we had a special guest come in: The real winner of the 2006 Tour de France, Floyd Landis!!!!!
We had a short Q&A regarding his situation and the best dialouge of the night was the following exchange:
Wally: Floyd, if you go drinking with Rick tonight and climb Mt. Figueroa tomorrow, do you think I could beat you?
Floyd: First off, I will beat Rick in drinking and then I will beat you up the mountain.
Isn't cycling humor wonderful?
Anyways, he is going to ride with us tomorrow, so that should be fun.