Mutts On Bikes

As the departure date grows nearer, Cat and I become more and more bummed. We realized we are gonna have a crappy time, theres gonna be parents everywhere, and a tent full of girls farting and george michael. bah. so, in our moment of most grief, we wailed and moaned and gnashed our teeth and cried and lamented and then cut our hair off. (theyre super aero haircuts, designed for speed and agility.) booze and a complex system of pulleys and levers may or may not have been involved.