This is going to be a hard week

I'll go ahead and admit it right now. This week, I am depressed.

Already gotten there leading up to now, but now it will really hurt.

For the past two years on this day, I was packing bags to spend a week in Vegas and attend the vomitous mass we love to call Interbike. Each of the last two years I would catch a plane at 5pm here in Lexington and drag my carcass into the Harrah's Casino around 11pm local time to wake up and go play in the desert.

Everyone I wish I was working with will be there. Everyone I wish I was working for will be there. Everyone whose job I wish I had will be there. And I will be here.

Not trapped in an office this time, but stuck at home. Waiting for James Huang to post his updates and see what the boys at Urban Velo and Pez can find that I didn't know was going to exist before this week. Waiting for the completed picture to emerge of what my friends Mr. Fornes and Mr. Jackson will unveil in their booths this week.

But, I really hope that by admitting this here and now, I can start getting over it. Something tells me I'm already out of luck. Oh well...hopefully things will change and I can count on being there again next year.

As I was telling my best friend yesterday...as much as I hate Vegas, "I've never walked into a room full of 20,000 people and felt like I belonged there like I do at Interbike." Damn this hurts...