The 5-Color event went well and Mike and I got to show off our wicked pimp challies including the gayest toast imaginable.

That’s John Jones in the background getting in on the coolness of the moment.

The whole ordeal was improved by Mike’s pimp shirt:

I don’t know if it’s correlated but, today I woke up to terrible back pain.  Sitting hurts, and negotiating a shower requires a kibuki-like dance to cover everything without muscle pain.  Apparently I 5-colored harder than I thought.  Alternatively, I was attacked by ninjas in my sleep.  Based on the lack of damage to my home I fended them off successfully but at some personal cost.