Biking through snow today after a day in the high 50s, getting splattered by a good number of cars on my way in, with only the promise of [bad] coffee at the end of my commute to make me feel sort of better...I'm seriously missing yesterday.
It was my first semi-lazy Sunday in a while, where I got to blow off everything for at least half the day. I even managed to blow off my own plans! Lazy won out over Sense of Obligation to go to the Bike Swap and Not Be an Anti-Social Hermit, resulting in me not getting any farther than Cambridge Bikes. And staying there for...over three hours...
In my defense, a lot of things got in the way. First, I met the spectacular RMM. Then, we got on the subject of ice cream cakes. And as everyone knows, you cannot peace out on a conversation involving ice cream cakes. It's just not allowed.
Okay, said conversation also involved strip clubs, butt acne, and cookies. Which is, you know, enough to keep me interested...but combine that with shiny, pretty, [pink] bike things, and it's a wonder I wasn't blatantly drooling.
I did get close though. All this talk of Bartley's in Harvard Square [which I keep saying I'll go to but never do because Veggie Planet always seems to win out], and watching Tom devour a burger a friend of his brought for him actually had me craving cow meat [despite not having eaten red meat in ages]. Right now, the thought of ground-up, masticated cow on a bun has my stomach audibly growling in the library [and it's not even close to lunch time yet].
Maybe hanging out [for hours] at Cambridge Bikes is not such a great idea always a good idea.