Fav Music Fri- Thanksgiving wackness from MGMT

Hey people. Ho-my-God are you in for a treat today. I've been waiting to post this for MONTHS people. Feast your eyes on MGMT performing "kids" on french t.v. dressed as pilgrims. I've rarely seen anything so gloriously effing bizarre. It's not a mere video, it's a spectacle!

Stuff to notice-- the "Indians" are cuddling puppies. One of the pilgrims is getting a massage on stage. One of the pilgrims is randomly spinning around in the background on one of those gyroscopic deals you ride on that Pres Bush fell off once. And off to the right there is someone dressed totally as some Frenchie artiste, complete with beret and drapey smock, painting a portrait of them. Ah the French, gotta luv 'em.




In other Suenews:

Me and T-Pam have been riding a lot this week and getting bolder and better as we get in more runs. I'm now looking at stuff I dismissed as "impossible-- for me" in the beginning and thinking twice every time I walk it-- and even riding some of it. We've gotten our times for a whole lap to under an hour. Next year, when I'm finally able to stay on the bike the whole way through and ride every feature, it could really be effing ON. Maybe I'll race some more if I don't feel too stupid. That would be super cool.

Today I have to fire-up the damn tree factory, but yesterday I talked T-Pam into skipping with me and we hit IKEA and The Mall as promised. It was awesome. Cinnamon stix, milk duds, and lingonberry soda were consumed. I considered buying lamps at IKEA and fantasized about redoing our kitchen & bathroom someday. I took some rad pics I'll put up on Mon of the shoe expedition, and T Pam rolling around on a pile of cow skins like a barbarian. I got a kick-ass jacket for $42 at H&M. *Win*

Took a look at the novel I want to revise tonight (a stand alone). I charted each chapter as it now stands. Oh. My. Gawd.

I could have been sucked inside-out from the unbelievably huge vortex of suck. I wrote this one off the seat of my pants before I'd even heard of YA, or apparently structure, or how, you know, stuff is supposed to actually HAPPEN as opposed to the main character just talking on the phone about stuff. (wilts from shame) There's *some* good stuff, but TONS of garbage, and it's 20k too long. It should be fun to take another crack at after tree central shuts down.

That's it for now. Stay cool peeps.

Humor, Hooks & Heavy Guitars

Hey people. That's the way a local reviewer described Weezer- today's pic for Fav Music Fri. She went on to say, "They haven't reinvented the wheel here, but would you really want Weezer to do that?" No-- you'd want them to just rock-out with the fun music they always put out.

Their new album dropped this week- "Ratitude" (named by Dwight from The Office, a friend of the band's frontman Rivers Cuomo) (one of their promotions for it is that you can but a Weezer Snuggie in red or blue) and I've been waiting for the video for the first single to be released. Enjoy "If you're wondering if I want you to, I want you to" by Weezer.



A lot of people who listened to Weezer in high school or college claim to be "over" them. They came along later for me and I still really get into them. It's just fun power-poppy music. Rivers has stated his ambition is to write American pop music. He doesn't see that as anything to be ashamed of. Pop = popular, relatable. He wants to write music people jam-out to and sing along with that is accessible. I'm calling it a win.

I still love stomping around singing "I am the greatest man who ever lived" and I love it when I'm riding and "Everybody get dangerous" comes on. Go Weezer!

In other SueNews:
I decided to do one more show before dealing stuff out to galleries so today I'm setting up for an open house/show at my neighbor's studio. This also means I'll be making jewelry today and tonight. I have to say, I really like how the "Fast Machine" jewelry has been coming out, and much to my delight-- the people who were drawn to it last weekend were exactly the kind of people I had in mind-- cool, active, and kind of kick-ass.

My calf sprain is healing-up. It hasn't been affecting my riding too much, but last night I tried running and it was definitely "there", making me shorten my stride quite a bit, but, do-able. This morning before I dive into another workday, I'm going riding with DangerGirlJr T-Rose, that girl I took out on her second ride. We may ride the whole course, have to see what she's up for.

I can't believe this week is already gone. A couple more play dates next week, but hopefully, lots more writing happening.

I'm the boss of me

Hey people. Wooooooooo Hooooooooooo! Is all I can say this morning. For the first time in months I slept in this morning-- until almost nine!-- and don't have a big deadline looming over my head. It's gorgeous out. Thank you universe! I'm going to clean and do laundry today, which normally I'd complain about big time, but it will actually feel good to get things a little more under control around here. I'll just blast the tunes and go with it. Later Trusty Pam is ditching out early so we can hit the trail.

Speaking of-- I'm giving Pam a point for this...

She figured out the first rule of riding berms- don't ride off the top of them. This is the gnarliest bruise I've ever seen on a mammal- or anything really. She got dirt on her helmet too but was luckily okay.

Remember when this--

Turned into this? --

Back then the mere thought of falling off my bike, like, onto the ground was totally horrifying. I remember asking Cooltrailbossrich about injuries once, before I got a bike, and he was like, "Yeah, I usually break a bone a year," then listed a bunch of his former wounds-- "collar bone a bunch of times, once my whole leg fell off, decapitated once, etc etc" (okay, that might be exaggerated a little, but I was like-- gasp!)

My road bike feels lots taller and I still don't like the idea of falling off either bike, but having disembarked a bunch of times now... I don't know. It's weird. One second you're whizzing along, the next you're on the ground-- boom. Then half a second later you're scrambling back up and possibly grabbing your knee or girlnads or whatever hurts but within seconds you're going, "No, I'm okay," then you're back up and riding again and usually it really is no big deal.

I'm always trying to convince people to try this (mountain biking), but the risk is a major deterrent. Last week when I went in to have my knee checked-out Young Doctor Handsome was rather appalled at my skinned-up, bruised knee. He goes, "This is a pretty bad looking injury." I was like, "Really? This is kind of nothing. I'm just here to see if it will mess anything up if I go ride in a couple hours." He looked at me weird. I just grinned and secretly thought he was probably kind of a wuss.

He said he'd bought a mountain bike from his friend but he's been afraid to go ride it because of the injury potential. It's hard to explain to people who haven't done it. Falling comes with the territory sure, but if you're careful you can minimize the risk. Usually it's no big deal, kind of like when you fell down doing stuff when you were a kid. Fear of falling is worse than the actual spill.

Anyway-- Thanks universe, for giving me another great week of riding weather. I'm considering trying it in the snow this winter, on only the super easy part. We'll see.

As for the rest of the week-- riding and spending time with family and friends I've blown-off for months will be the mode. Really psyched!!

Is there anything you do that you love, and is hard to explain to those around you?

Let's put a little mojo on this sucker...

Hey people. Well, My show is tomorrow. Today is the load-in, later in the afternoon. Until then I'll be continuing to make jewelry like a mofo. This new "line" I've been working on is called "Fast Machine", in honor of adventurous, strong, kick-ass women everywhere.

The basic ingredients are: bike gears, birds, red/green/amber beads, & watch parts.

I'm pretty cheap. There aren't too many things I look at and think are worth the money-- or I may see the value, but it's just not worth it to me to have whatever it is.

But I really like these- the whole vibe behind them. I'm going to charge $40 for the necklaces, and $20 for the bracelets. I know it isn't cheap, but those are decent gift price points, and like I said-- I'd buy them. And I don't say that much, even about my own stuff.

Remember Flo Jo? How awesome was she? (Very)

As far as my own zoomy awesomeness goes-- not very at the moment. I was riding this really no-brainer part of the trail, a flat part I usually use to get some speed up and I guess I got too close to the edge and clipped a root or something because it was like someone stuck a stick through my spokes.

Long story short, the bike stopped fast, I didn't, and sprained my gastroc (which is this calf muscle that goes into the back of your knee) when I hyperextended going over. Essentially it feels like my knee is super messed-up, but it's not serious. It just will suck for a little while and makes me ride shitty (er) now until I can put all my weight on it.

So-- Bla bla bla. You guys feeling me on the new jewelry or am I high? Do you think the pricing sounds okay? Tell me now. Sunday is too late. Heck, tomorrow morning is too late. Sound off!

I didn't forget it's Fav Music Fri btw. Today's pick flies in the face of my usual thinking, but it's a fun song and I'm using it to put the whammy on tomorrow. When you work all month for a one day pay-out, well, let's just say mama is going to be kind of pissed if it tanks. I've done everything I can do about it-- including busting out the mojo. (blows on hands and rubs them)

Groove-out to the Flying Lizards' "Money" and send me some prosperity vibes y'all. If you're a local-- check out the show if you've got time. Deets over on the art blog.

Words I thought I'd never say...

Hey people. So, Saturday I was in my first mountain bike race ever-- I know! Weird huh? (Hang in there, tons of pics later in the post) (which you can click on to get a better look at) (& Thanks Rich for sharing yours w/me-- you rock as usual!)

I never thought I'd ever do anything like this. I'm kind of between worlds. Most of my artist/writer pals think I'm some kind of giant athlete because of all the outsidey stuff I like to do, but to actual athletes/jocks I'd def fall into the "not" category.

When I started running on the trail near my house I couldn't believe there was such a cool woods at my finger tips. Weirdly, dodging the occasional bike just made my runs more fun and exciting. Then I started seeing things like plastic birds here and there, that migrated around, and severed limbs, and bowling balls hanging in the trees, and began to realize-- these people are freaks. ALL RIGHT!

Last winter they had a race over there on the snow and ice and I went over to spy on them a little. The more I voyeuristically edged around their little secret society the more curious I became. I was afraid to try mountain biking because it looked hard and kind of dangerous, but I couldn't resist the fun factor and eventually had to get my own bike.

My friends thought I was nuts-- even Trusty Pam at first, who I of course corrupted into getting her own about a week later. When I had my epic crash in July, people couldn't believe I still wanted to keep doing it, but here I am, less than a year after first getting on a mountain bike, entering a RACE!

Okay, okay, I should probably point-out this was mainly because it was a Halloween race, meaning costumes, and probably not taken super seriously, meaning me and my suck would be acceptable. I was going to be a super fancy celebrity, but instead I was an Indian ("Walks Down Rocks" was my name)...

--So Dan and I could be something together. I've been trying to drag him to stuff over there (subtly) all summer. I think everything about this crowd seems really fun, but it is mostly guys, and --shocker-- hubs is just not that cool with me hanging-out with a bunch of dudes. Anyway, he had so much fun I think he's finally coming around.

Due in no small part to this guy-- CoolTrailBoss Rich, the formidable racer/nutball master of ceremonies over there. He's been really encouraging and friendly to us. Super nice guy. This isn't a costume. He's actually a cow. Makes all of his accomplishments all the more amazing.

This is Sam-- there are a few girls who ride over there, not that many race though. Isn't she adorable? She's super funny too-- so I automatically adopted her into my tribe- although come to think of it, I don't think she knows about this. Sam-- you're in okay?

Her costume was actually being CoolTrailBoss Rich-- she made a duplicate of his team's racing jersey, and got camo shorts like he's known for, and of course a flask. See? This isn't your typical jock-ish crowd. They're a bit off. (Approved!)

This is her super hubs Jeff-- who took 3rd place in the Rec Men's Class!

I've never ridden in conditions like there were Saturday-- super leafy and kind of muddy in spots-- especially if you were bringing up the rear like me-- everyone else had already mooshed through all the muddy spots. I am a big chicken about this (gasp!)- I'd practically stop when I got to mud and pedal daintily around it. Here's Penny with some mud on her. This is nothing compared to what the actual riders deal with sometimes at races. But for me and Penny it was kind of big stuff.

These are the "Advanced Men" about to blast off. Some I now know by name, some just as "that guy I always see". They all seem pretty nice. I've never been made to feel unwelcome over there. People almost always say, "Hi" or whatever when I run into them on the trail.

As you can see from the above photo, some people kind of wussed on the whole costume thing. (Sorry guys- but, the camera doesn't lie.) When I showed-up all decked-out, I was a little worried me and Dan would be some of the few who dressed-up. Then I heard someone blasting some rockin' tunes and Tony and Angie-- I mean Chris and Gene wheeled by on their KISS tandem, rigged up with speakers and everything! Then I ran into another pretty serious racer - Eddy- who had on an Austin Powers outfit. It was ON! YAY!

As more people showed up more costumes did too. I don't know this guy but thought it was hilarious how he acted pretty normal, like his outfit was just ordinary everyday-wear.

I liked this guy's outfit too. It's tough to find something that works with a bike helmet. This must have been homemade. Bonus points.

This guy could have been my swanky co-star if I'd busted-out my initial costume idea. Savoifare to spare!

I've never talked to this guy but I guess his name is Gus Aramayo-- Way to represent in the Mexican wrestling get-up Gus! (Although- I'm pretty sure those are ladies underwear dude.)

When it was time for "everyone else" to line up for the race (all the really good guys/gals take off first and go two laps-- which I can't even imagine at this point) I took my place waaaay at the back of the pack. Hey-- I know I suck, and I didn't want to feel like I was in anyone's way.

Predictably, I was way behind everyone else for most of the race, joking- "I must be WINNING-- there's no one in front of me-- that I can see!" But as you can see I was smiling the whole way!

Dan was partly being sweet waiting for me at first, but in truth had all he could handle trying to keep up to the pack. Our head dresses created a lot of wind resistance and were kind of like wearing giant sails on our heads-- plus, he's hardly ever ridden and doesn't know the trail at all. Eventually he pulled ahead though. I kept catching up to him periodically, but since he rides stuff chicken me walks, he kept losing me.

I may suck, but I was having fun, and am kind of stubborn, so I just keep going. My pace may be slow, but I can maintain it, and even call upon a little boost near the end in the zoomy easy section I know I can normally ride pretty fast. I was trying to make up time from walking down the scary rocks, and getting stuck behind other guys who couldn't ride up the hills (I'm too wussy to ask to pass anyone, they have to offer). Also whenever I'd hear someone behind me I'd pull over and stop no matter where I was, which often left me stopped at the bottom of a hill in the wrong gear.

Excuses, excuses. In the end I felt I did good "for me." A really neat thing, was when I crossed the finish line-- as slow as I was-- everyone stood there and clapped and cheered so I got to ride in with a huge grin on my face, and smash a pumpkin part in victory.

I started out dead last, but I did ride in before a few guys, Dan being one of them. He kind of ran out of gas at the end just when I was getting my "horse to the barn" boost, so he let me pass him and I finished about one minute ahead of him. --Enough time for me to get off my bike and get in position for this shot of me mocking him coming in after me. But look-- he totally doesn't care. He had a great time anyway.

Because only three girls finished the race-- I got a third place pumpkin pie! I was a bronze medalist! Sam finished about 2 minutes ahead of me. Part of me is like, "I am NOT good at this. I should just watch," and part is going, "I bet by next year I'll be a lot better. I'll ride more features, and work on my skills, and could be in better shape if I worked harder at it." I know. I'm hopeless. I'll probably try another race sometime, if it's kind of the same vibe as this one.

This was so fun you guys. Even though I was super nervous to be "infiltrating", everyone else was really mellow, in a nutbally way. Where else could I have seen I giant gorilla going nuts over a skeleton on a bike?

Or this guy riding in in style, only to fall over sideways a minute later when he couldn't clip out of his pedals in time. Hilarious as that was, this is a stylin' wheelie.

Or a giant cow throwing a huge pumpkin 10 feet in the air-- oh yeah, forgot to mention the huge pumpkin slaughter that took place after the race. Just more mayhem, nothing out of the ordinary for this group.

It only looks like this guy is throwing a pumpkin at Gene Simmons's head. Really it was dual toss.

There was even a bit of pumpkin baseball practice and some potentially lethal axe-wielding antics. I'm sorry to report a bunch of pumpkins were injured and even killed.

I even scored some junked bike parts from Eddy "GroovyBaby" Powers. Word is getting out about what I do I guess. Sweet!

I'd never have discovered all this fun if I hadn't stepped out of my box people. I'm glad I did. Anything you're thinking of trying, some new kicks?

Still in love with Penny

Hey people. Remember how excited I was last spring when I decided to get my mountain bike Penny instead of a drum set? It was one of my best decisions in recent memory.

I've come a long way since I started running the trail a couple years ago. I used to find that challenging enough and not even be able to imagine how anyone rode a bike on it. Then slowly, over time, I began thinking, "Well, maybe this one little part I could try...", and now I ride though the whole place-- Well, technically there are a few parts I still have to get off and walk, but that's down to only like, three or four places now.

Next Sat Dan and I are going to ride in our first race over there-- a Halloween costume event. You know me and costumes, and since it sounds like mostly a screwing around thing it makes me feel secure enough to do it. I know I'm not good enough yet to go in a "real" race. -- But I'm way better than I was! (And notice I'm now saying "yet.")

The mountain biking has done wonders for my inner nutball-- that spinning clockwork thing I get where I feel like I am a capped hydrant. The trail always seems to give me just what I need-- an energy buzz, a laugh, time with a friend, a nature break, sometimes a little scare, excitement... It's taken the place of needing to pump non-stop metal though my headphones and wishing something exciting would happen. It's like a valve.

Last week I got to take this really cool girl I know out for her second ever ride. She was so excited to get a mountain bike for her Birthday, but then only rode it once. (EDIT: Correction-- not a B'day gift, her cousin gave it to her- used bike.) I knew something hadn't gone right. Sure enough, she went out with her hubs and his friend-- typical daring dudes who ride all the tech features like the teeter-totter etc. They told her they'd take her through the easiest section and took her into #3-- the third hardest, and didn't wait up for her or explain or show her one thing. I'm sure she was scared even though she didn't tell me that, and there of course was TONS she couldn't even ride, plus she was all stressed thinking they were probably waiting for her to catch-up somewhere (not). : / How fun right?

I was so glad to be able to show her it is fun, in my girl way. Being a newb, and a girl makes me uniquely qualified to give a beginner lesson at this. For one thing, I still remember how scary things look at first (Guys just don't have that same fear level. It's why it's up to girls to continue the species I think.), and I know how little girls actually come into this knowing. There are a lot of skills guys already have from growing up popping wheelies and even crashing and falling off. Girls just ride their bikes around the neighborhood and try not to scratch the paint, and try really hard to never fall off (we're more risk averse).

I got to tell her some stuff I had to figure out for myself to make it easier for her-- like resisting the urge to grab the brakes in certain parts, and how to let her bike roll through rough patches, let it bounce over things, that it's made to take the abuse and it will be fine. I showed her the trick of riding switchbacks, and how to position her body on the bike to be a shock absorber, to stay low, and told her about keeping her weight in her heels, and how when it get's sketchy you need to keep your butt off the seat.

We rode through 3 different sections a couple times and she did really well-- rode things it took me a while to work up to because I didn't know how, had never even seen anyone else do it to learn by watching. She really had fun which is the most important thing. Girls are different. I think we take instruction better than guys, and actually feel more comfortable getting it than not. Anyway, it made me feel good to be able to share what I have learned so far, and maybe recruit another gal to ride with.

Edit to add: This chick is so cool and funny. She told me some hilarious stories, one involving charging the little neighborhood kids a quarter to pet a dead parrot she found in her neighbor's trash when she was five. We're riding again tomorrow. Yay!

We came, we saw, we assaulted...

Hey people. Sunday was completely epic. My and Trusty Pam did the Minneapolis Urban Assault Race. This is basically a giant crazy scavenger hunt/ bike race all over the city of Minneapolis (I put about 30 miles on the bike, counting getting lost once) where you have to locate all these "checkpoints" and perform various stunts at each one.

Oh-- I almost forgot. It's not a RULE that you have to wear a costume, but you can, and they seem to dig that. This last bit sort of sealed the deal. I HAD to do this, and Trusty as ever, Pam was also way into it. This was our get-up. (On the back of my helmet it says "rides like a girl." This is just normal, not part of the costume.)

Our team name was "Finger Twist Of Doom", named after an idiosyncratic gesture I'm known for. (When I get all worked up about something I tend to hold my index finger up and rotate it a-la super villain plotting to blow-up the world style. Very menacing. If you are a cartoon.)

So we were "Finger Twist Of Doom", because THIS is one thing...

THIS is a nuthaaah..... Menacing huh? It looks like we're saying in very quiet girl voices, "Um, we're number one. If nobody minds or anything."

Our "theme" was, "We're fierce, and fancy, and kind of fast." See how we're modeling our nail polish? This IS quite fancy for me. Like our skull socks? I stand by our theme. Win!

We're also goony as hell, so there was no way this was not going to be a ton of fun no matter how it turned out.

Right away my suspicions were confirmed-- Not that many people costumed it up. This IS Minnesota. People are pretty damned normal here. These girls were supposed to be chickens. We asked them what their team name was and one of them looked kind of embarrassed and said something like, "Um, Janet and Emily."

These girls looked pretty fun. At least they busted out some spray paint. On the backs of their legs it says, "2 hands - 2 drinks". Also you'll note they're wearing underwear outside their pants. I'm going to interpret this as some kind of superhero thing rather than a skank thing, and call it a win. We did not talk to them so didn't get their team name.

Before the race even began tragedy nearly struck. I was finishing up in one of the porto potties when my pinky accidentally grazed the "boy area" (urinal). I know. (shudder) I emerged on the verge of tears, holding my entire hand, glistening with disinfectant gel, before me like a dead animal. I considered amputation, but thought I might wind-up needing two hands for some of the challenges, so just shook it off. I know. I'm a trooper like that. Nerves of steel people.

Here was the first stunt we encountered. This was a lot harder than it looks because you had to steer the longboard to various tubs and grab a can out as you went by. There MAY have been a tiny amount of cheating here when we found ourselves stuck in a corner. Maybe.

There was also one where T Pam threw water-soaked sponges into a laundry basket with my head inside it, but we didn't get pics of that one. The sponges broke two prongs off my tiara. Pam got to be *most fancy* for the rest of the day after that-- until her entire tiara got busted off in the giant inflatable obstacle course, but that was the very last challenge.

Here's another thing we did. A three legged race with a plate with 3 balls balanced on the toes of our shared foot. Pretty slo-mo to not spill the balls. Excitement added by the near snot bubble emergency I was experiencing for the entire last half of the challenge. My sexiness knows no bounds people. Element of danger also introduced by Pam and I for some reason holding hands like it was our first date for the whole race-- my germ encrusted hand. She's probably lying dead in her house at this very moment now.

Here we had to ride around some cones with a bowl of water balanced on our heads. Easy.

But our very favorite thing of all-- was the adult big wheels. You had to race though this little course they had flagged-out. Found out at the first curve-- no brakes. SUPER fun skidding around turns. I was pretty good at this.

After the whole race was done we went over and played on them some more.

Who says kids get to have all the fun?

I felt like I rode the whole race on half my lungs and one nostril. This is pretty accurate actually. I got a bug a couple days ago and felt pretty crappy, having to blow my nose tons at every pit stop.

Earlier in the week I had to go get the high test pseudoephdrine they keep behind the counter at the pharmacy. They worry about people buying this to make meth with.
Girl behind counter, "Are you sure you're not going to make meth with this?"
Me, "Why? Will meth make this disease go away faster? How do you make meth? What else should I buy?"
(Edit to add: okay, this conversation didn't really happen, but this morning when I woke up I was, at first, certain my pillow had actually dented my head during the night, and that I had acquired the ability to communicate with marine life by shifting around the baleen stored in my cranium.)

We did pretty well on this ride really, especially considering we rode giant "dork bikes" (heavier than road bikes, that you ride upright like the mean lady in The Wizard Of Oz.) We didn't even come close to winning, but we weren't last, and had fun.

I had ambitions to get tons of friends on board for this thing, but, not surprisingly, none of my pals but T Pam think biking 30 miles and doing a bunch of nutty stunts sounds fun. Cool Trail Boss Rich did it with a friend of his he called "The Hippy," so we hung out with them a little after.

This guy was super hairy. He basically had a pelt on his face. He was walking by and I said, "Hey, are you 'TheHippy'?" and he smiles and goes, "Yeah, that's me," and never told me his name, but I think it was Trent. (Edit to add: I guess his name is Troy, and he was really nice. If you had some innate fear of say, Bigfoot, he could probably get you over it. ;D)

At the after party there was more craziness-- a bike limbo contest, mustache competition, tiny bike "circle of death", etc. Supposedly there was a dance-off too, but we left before that fired-up. Pam goes, "Maybe we should show them some of our awesome moves," and for a second I did play a little movie in my head of us performing some "routine" where we really shook it hard, and did that thing where you pretend to spank each other etc. Of course I would probably place my entire bare hand on the urinal before I'd actually DO this in public.

She was referring to the one time we took a hip-hop dance class at the gym we both used to belong to. It was a whole room full of the whitest, most hipless-hopless-hopeless women you've ever seen in your life. We laughed our asses off. (Fo-shizzle yo.) Noticing any recurring theme here?

When they put up results I'll let you know how we did. These are the top 3 women's teams. Look how awesome! The 2nd place team (right) were both over 50. They seemed really cool and commented how much they liked our outfits so obvious have super good taste too. The third place team (left) looked like they were in their 40's and their team name was "cougar" something, so I'm guessing over 40.

I'm really glad we did this, and that I have a nutty gal pal like T Pam to hang out with.