If meeting friend John at The Playwright on Broadway after work and running late, hop on the bike. Changing into comfortable -- or even rideable -- shoes, optional.
After wolfing down the world's cheesiest nachos dipped in cream cheese spinach dip and 2 Guinness (me) and 4 Coors Light (John) while shouting for 3 hours to hear each other over the city's boomiest bar-trivia moderator, make John take a picture of me on my bike.
Clarity of image, optional.
Although can something be said for my 2-beer bike balancing act in Mary Jane 4-inch heels?