Some sour grapes, perhaps, cause we do like to race. But we were a couple of glasses or bottles in by that point and consequently quite confident in our choice.
We got a late start and an even later finish. We were playing with pennies and bicycle parts. I'm sure we were scrambling the rules by the end of the night. I got the worthless plot. Next time we're playing for money. And maybe with real chips too. The booze part should remain the same.
Somehow got out to the HOP ride the next day. Got a headache out in the crosswind section on N Livermore but it dissipated before the gas station. Other than that I was OK, and even felt fast. A nap and some zoning out and I was back in action for the evening.