that's right, drivers of washington, dc. i'm about to lay down an ineffectual blog smackdown on you from a biker's standpoint.
so i was biking home tonight from catholic university's pool (thanks for being "closed" for "easter" and thanks to the dc tri club for "not alerting anybody to that fact" giving me a pointless 40 minute bike ride up an down 1st and michigan avenue, but anyways) when somebody (a maryland driver, natch; see previous maryland driver horror stories here and here) passing me took the opportunity to roll down their window and scream "get on the sidewalk!" note that this was actually on a part of the road where i wasn't in their lane and had plenty of biking space.
fine. okay. i'll get on the sidewalk. but i guarantee if i were biking on the sidewalk and you, my maryland friend, were walking there, and even if you had a 10-foot buffer, you would be screaming at me to "get on the road!" this has happened many times on occasions where, though i prefer not to, i had to bike on the sidewalk.
i'm sorry. what do you want me to do. i am not a hovercraft. there is not some magic bike lane i can whip out of my butt and insert in between the road and the sidewalk where bikers can zip along. i am using a form of transportation that has become increasingly more popular even in just the last year, and guess what? we're on the road! you need to share it! it may cause you sixty seconds of your precious time to wait to get to a spot where you can pass me, but i think you can handle it! if you can't, i will beat you with my u-lock!
gah. anyways. now that that's out of my system, i can talk a little bit about the perfect lovely weekend i had.
thursday: we stooped. and stooped. and stooped some more. andrew introduced us to his favorite beer ever, which is now my favorite beer ever, avery's maharaja. apparently you can pick it up at whole foods most of the time.
friday: due to excessive stooping the previous night, i stayed in and...made scones. it's a wild ride, folks.
saturday it was some face time with the parents, then, i dunno. i did some stuff. i'm having weekend amnesia for that period of time. but later on, it was time for: beirut! at sixth and i! they put on an excellent show. note to older, tired folks, like myself: the upstairs balcony, first row, in the righthand corner gives you a pretty solid view and lets you sit down when the lead singer tells everybody else to bumrush the front and stand for the whole show. sitting is underrated. then, we swung by fado, where i found a random $20 bill on the floor. it didn't belong to anybody standing around there. so i used it to buy beers. was that so wrong? i still feel guilty.
sunday: i hosted a small brunch for some folks. i made quiche that was pretty good (the cooking adventures, they continue) then what was the big hit, a lemon-blueberry-yogurt cake:
several hours, mimosas, and a six-mile run later, it was off on a spontaneous trip to great falls, and then ordering in (by ordering in we mean sending andrew and juliet out on their bikes to pick up for us) some mexican food and watching stomp the yard. i'm not going to admit how emotionally invested i got in that movie. okay. I WAS SO INTO IT. dancing is awesome. the only thing awesomer than dancing in general is dance-offs, of which the movie featured several.
and then it was right to bed and the start of another work week. this week features: the french kicks, a potential trip to galaxy hut, happy hours, and preparing for Yet Another Cabin Getaway weekend. i'm charged with breakfast, so i'm scouring this site and taking suggestions. blueberry muffins and bacon? i think so.