My entire extended family is cursed with the whole "unable to see clearly" thing. Literally. Family dinners will easily result in every single person wearing a pair of glasses. Once that fact sinks in, it's up to the ones who can sort of see to take one for the team and self-consciously take off their specs. Then we all pretend that we're not all blind.
It's a little embarrassing for all involved when caught in those situations. But Tuesday night, I was with a group of pretty cool people and we were all wearing glasses. And it was awesome.
To be honest, I'm still not sure what Jeremy Dunn and Slate were doing in town, but they were in Boston and suggested meeting up at Superb. Not one to say no to anything bike-related, I jumped on the track bike and made my way to my favorite Boston shop. It's been too long since I've actually just hung out; I was like hey, how do I do this again...?
But of course, not to worry, as the company took any self-imposed obligation to entertain off my shoulders. We hung out in Superb until closing, "covered" for Jason when he had to make some repairs by standing around and chatting, took pictures of each other, and shared tidbits of our respective lives.
I'd like to say that our collective awesome resulted in some mind-blowing stuff. Like we started making fashionable bikes out of our bare hands or something. But like the Clark Kent/Superman dichotomy, the superhero can only come out every so often, and we have events to save that up for. So we Clark Kent-ed by opting for chill beers, Kobe beef hotdogs [for the omnis], and fun times at Aubudon. There was iPhone-age and mucho twittering involved. And with a cell phone that can only 1. make phone calls, 2. take grainy pictures, and 3. text, I had some serious phone envy. And then PVB showed up, raising the IQ level of the table by about 100.
It was getting late too fast and with a 8.30am class for which I hadn't quite done the work, we went our separate ways after a few beers [for the guys; fear of riding my track bike drunk had me sticking to Diet Coke...I AM SUCH A VEGAN TEETOTALER, I KNOW]. It was getting cold, and without a hat, my ears were freezing. The sensation seemed almost surreal.
Talking bikes - even though it was only for 2 hours - makes it seem like spring is just around the corner...