(Sorry, no weigh-ins lately, but the weight's been hovering around 174 pounds.)
Well last night we did the unthinkable: Anne and I went for a night ride at Sals. Really, we just rode from her house, rolling out almost as soon as I got there and crossing the Hill to Hill Bridge, and we did a very short loop, out on the Orange trail and back on the Red, but we were out in the woods, and we needed our lights before it was over. Here we are on real trails, she's riding offroad for maybe the 6th time, and she complains about her technique when riding over logs -- she'll be better than me in another month or so.
We hit a nice little Mexican place for dinner after that, up the street from the Brew Works, our last stop for the evening where we caught game one of the Series.
A Sign at Porters:
LADIES OF THE EVENING BRINGING IN SAILORS
SHALL PAY FOR THEIR ROOMS IN ADVANCE
We were at Porters on Tuesday, where the Brew Knits (a new crew of knitting, beer drinking ladies) were assembled, and where I expect signs to be posted, similar to their other one:
KNITTERS CONSUMING ALCOHOL ARE KINDLY REQUESTED
TO EXTINGUISH ALL CANDLES AT THEIR TABLES
Yes, amidst all the levity and cheer, one errant scarf (Courtney's) managed to find a candle and get scorched. Stinky like burnt hair, and we couldn't stop laughing.
Long story short: I've been spending a lot of time with Anne lately, like most of my free time (and that's the way I like it), and since I've been busy here at work I suspect that blogging will be sparse for a while.