The quickest of quick entries before I speed off into the morning... The word of this hour is: hangover. I attended Hott Love & The Swaggerts at Cafe Nine last night. I got out of work an hour+ early and thought I'd steal my woman's bike, ride the five or six blocks to the bar. I felt mildly self-conscious about riding up on pedals rather than a put-put. I also sometimes forget how many cyclists live locally so, feelings were abated.
I was able to bump into AmazonRed13 and her beau making the social circuit & supporting her interconnectivity of knowing near everyone. We exchanged our week's stories over many beers before I buzzed back to welcome home my joy and all. She gave me flack for driving drunk. I explaned that cops don't pull people over on bicycles to walk straight lines.
And now, thirteen hours of hour and water & advil consumption.
I was able to bump into AmazonRed13 and her beau making the social circuit & supporting her interconnectivity of knowing near everyone. We exchanged our week's stories over many beers before I buzzed back to welcome home my joy and all. She gave me flack for driving drunk. I explaned that cops don't pull people over on bicycles to walk straight lines.
And now, thirteen hours of hour and water & advil consumption. VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
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