What a wonderful week last week was. Lots of time with friends, 2 birthdays (Nada’s & P.Jama‘s)
But I’m pretty sure my bike was partying while I was attending P.Jama‘s celebration. When I got back to it at 3am, my bike was waiting all innocent like in front of St. Mike’s to take me home. But in it’s basket, I found that last set of 3 photos. Even more telling is that my bike wobbled and wiggled all the way home. Obviously, since it couldn’t cycle a straight line, my bike had been drinking. I wonder what other mischief it gets up to when I’m not around.