Rule 1:
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.
Rule 2:
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?
Cheers.
4 comments:
Glad the evening went well; yet, my sister hated riding her bike in heels. Too dangerous and uncomfortable. Always kept a pair of flats in her handbag/backpack for riding, or heels while she rode.
lol. Thanks for reminding me of my days riding around in Boston. It's been a long time since I've been on my bike. You definitely look hot on that bike in heels! =D
So I checked out your link to The Playwright and I was thinking, "aww...I miss Boston." Then, I noticed you were wearing a coat in May and I thought, "eh...not so much!"
I was just saying the other day that I wish there were cities like Boston down here. I can't give up my plam trees, warm weather, and beaches...but I miss the NE cities.
Aw, but runner girl, it's going to be 90 here today. Best of both worlds!
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