energize.

I'm halfway through a Vuka (my new favorite thing) . . . and am reminded for the 500,000th time that I should only drink energy drinks unless I rrrrrreally need it. [Case in point: I drank a Red Bull (mmm) right before ascending my first 14er. Hungover, dehydrated and I decided to throw in some artificial energy. Awesome. About a quarter of the way up I could have sworn up and down I was drunk, then soon after my legs stopped wanting to move (thanks RB), but once I saw the little fat kid bounding down the trail I felt a renewed sense of purpose and somehow made it to the top. I guess I'm an adrenaline junkie. Or something like that.]

But sitting here feeling all jittery and wishing I had a 14er to climb, all I can do is wait it out. Good thing I bought some Valerian Root to knock me out tonight. For those unaware, Valerian is an herbal supplement that is supposed mellow you out before bed then support a full night's sleep. One of my volleyball teammates gave me a sample last week. You have to get over the fact that the pills smell like poo. Like, literally, thought I was eating a George'n'Stella drop. But once you're over and above that, it's pretty magical. Or at least it was when mixed with the tropical vodka-squirt and beer deliciousness I threw back at our most recent victory party. Didn't hurt, that's all I'm gonna say. Funny also that I happen to be jammin to Collie Buddz at the moment... Be faithful to your brother man, Be faithful to your herbs . . . And such things.

Good thing tonight my volleyball team is playing again. Hopefully I'll get rid of some of this energy (and can settle in for a quality night of Victory Valerian Dreams--ummm yes please). It's amazing how great it feels putting the ball down in front of (or in) the other team's face. Or blocking a shot; holy bliss. I tend to get really animated and yell mostly unintelligible words with the help of my friend Alex. He encourages it, really. Probably not the best thing, but actually I think I live for it during the games. We're the king and queen of the back row in our vball world so yelling random sheeit just fits. Thank God I'm not the only weird kid out there. I've also been weighing the pros and cons of implementing the butt-slap into our point celebrations. To be honest, I've always been more of a fan of the classic high-five, leaving other people's booties to themselves. I think I did it once in a high school hoops game and immediately regretted that decision. Sorry, but slapping girls' asses isn't in my repertoire of forte's. Strong point? I think so. But maybe it's time to mix things up. Or who knows, maybe an elbow grab? Ooooo always a winner.