i had car-less weekend for the first time in like a year or two this weekend, so i had to pull out my rusty ol' bike and take the old girl for a spin.
a year after not riding my bike on the regular left me bike-retarted. it took several attempts to lock and unlock it successfully and then i would awkwardly try to put my bag back on over my jacket and attempt several times to do it looking like a pro but blew it.
i left blink lights on, i couldnt remember were stairs were on BART, i was a super mess, which im sure youve gathered.
N E WAY
once out and about after all that effort i was like "fuck i need to make this worth it" no 2 hours 1 drink at the bar situations where i go home after i realize there are no cool boys there and my bed starts calling my name. it was a straight "IM FUCKIN IN THIS FOR THE LONG HAUL"
and i realized i was going to after parties, not cutting myself off, getting wasted, talking to tons of people, smiling like a drunk idiot and rambling until i had no option but to find some place to sleep.
now let me point out a key part of this story that is irrelevant, but must be stated. i did not get laid.
BUTT
i did have the option. like a lot.
people with bikes must fuck like all the time. or maybe im just a lazy slut?
