Bicycle Built for No One

Yesterday evening:

Rush home.
Pick up T.
Finish some emergency work emails.
Change into my "biking" clothes. We're going to go on our first bike ride together! I gave T a new used bike for his birthday.
Fill tires with air.
Jam the key into my bike lock. It won't unlock. In fact, I have twisted the key and need to use pliers to straighten it out again.
Take the bike outside. T tries to unlock it --- for 20 minutes.
I search for the second key, ransacking the house --- nothing.
We oil the lock. No dice.
Finally T figures out that the key is not for the bike lock - it's for my filing cabinet at work. Doh.
Ransack the house again while T researches how to jimmy a Kryptonite lock (it involves a ballpoint pen).
20 minutes later a little lightbulb goes off - "the keys are in your car."
Sure enough, both keys to the bike lock are in the car glove box.

After confirming the keys work, we put the bikes away, and drive to dinner at YoMa where T orders Happy Chicken and I get Y4, and we enjoy some BYOB Pale Ale. I pick up the tab. Sorry, T.

Consider this an endorsement of combination locks.

Ch-ch-ch-changessss

Things are a'changing. I'm not sure exactly where it will lead.

Nothing that dramatic.

Though quitting OYFP after 3 years, 2 years of which I was a co-dictator I mean director, is quite a change. And no, the website still isn't optimized for search. (Instead we're just getting a new website built.)

And T and I are moving in together.

I suppose it's time to think about what exactly I do want to accomplish. Part of me wants to have a fun, pithy blog about my clever life as a yuppie. Clever distraction, right? Sew more. Read more. Clean my freaking house more.

Time to think. And write down my goals.

She's Crafty

One thing I wish I spent more time on is sewing. The 10 minutes I spent fixing my shirt this morning don't count --- I want to make more fun things, like Mandaleighta's beautiful purses! I certainly can't paint/draw like her... but sewing I can do.

Warm Milk Dispenser

Terrence: I can't fall asleep yet

Sent at 5:05 PM on Thursday

Terrence: flying anxiousness

me: noo! drink warm milk

Terrence: ooooo - there is a warm milk dispenser downstairs

me: hahaha

Terrence: seriously, there is

me: shut up

Yes, the hotel in Copenhagen really did have a warm milk dispenser. Man, those Danes know how to treat a visitor!