My friend Megs and I heard rumors that the weather was going to be absolutely amazing this weekend, so we decided we'd go on a bike ride.
Once the rumors turned out to be true, we scooted (<-- is that an actual word?) ourselves out of bed Saturday morning and cruised around the city. No agenda. No time frame. No trail. We were just rollin around on our bikes that had squeaky chains and clicking gears and had a great old time.
I might have said this before, but I really love bike riding. It's faster than walking, yet not as limiting as a car. You can see so much on a bike! And you can get exercise! And, if you like to show off, you can ride your bike with no handle bars and pretend you're meditating or something...
It was probably the nicest bike ride I've been on in a while. As I said in my last post, the last week was a bit of a doozy. It was one thing after another; my schedule was packed. And really, I was pretty fed up with this whole "be an adult but also a student and child at the same time" thing by the end of it. But this bike ride (and a crazy dance party/movie night) reminded me of how awesome I have it. What an amazing life I live!
^ We rode through an old neighborhood and it was beautiful. I think I drooled a few times over the architecture.
^ Also this robin egg blue house... which I took while still riding my bike. DO NOT RECOMMEND, I repeat: DO NOT RECOMMEND!
Speaking of said dance party/movie night. We watched The Sandlot, which is easily one of my all-time favorite cult classics. Right up there with Princess Bride and Friend Green Tomatoes. And probably You've Got Mail. Which I don't think constitutes as a cult classic... but I sure do love that movie.
I also realized I have probably watched The Sandlot one too many times because I quoted almost every line... oops? But I'm not actually sorry?