riding hard and wet

i went to see doctor mustache today for my quarterly check-in and got great results. on my way back to work, my car nearly died so i had her committed. three hours later, i finally made it back to work, having missed the fifty-one bus by two minutes and the red-line train by two seconds.

E and i spent friday night having martinins at the library in the melrose with the rest of the gang, or the ones that responded to the martini-sos call. it was a social sos for E, who'd been in denver all week. for me, it was a down-and-out distress call. saturday morning we woke up early but got out of bed late [wink-wink, nudge-nudge]. did some shopping and i picked up my car from mechanic, then we went for a late afternoon bike ride.

not even one mile into the ride it started to sprinkle on us. by the time we were half-way around the lake we were huddled under a tree waiting for the monsoon to let up so we could make it back around to the truck, parked by the bath house. we decided to brave the rain and just ride back to the truck anyway -wet- before it got dark. side note: if i am going to be riding hard in the dark, something better be going bump!

we drank a bottle of wine in bed while we chatted about the weekend and our relationship before venturing out for a late dinner. i went to bed knowing E and i love one another unconditionally, and that the meatloaf at hatties is the best in the world! who could ask for more?