I got my...

...first road-biking boo-boo today. I was on the Cherry Creek Trail heading southeast, attempting to exit at Downing (a 180 degree left turn). Both tires slipped out, and my body skidded on the concrete. Luckily i was able to keep my bike out of most of the trouble. Unluckily, my skin is not made from kevlar (yes Mom, I was wearing a helmet...but no elbow pads, mouth guard, knee pads, or protective bubble). Ah well, scars are cool. My biggest problem now is that I COMPLETELY realize that I need new tires, I have a conference call at 9am, and I have a ride to follow. Luckily, the bike shop opens early and I have a bike tech that works for beer living in my house. All is not broken. It can be fixed.
And I dont know if you realize this or not, but today is Wednesday. Now, some people set their calendars up to rotate around the weekends. Nope - mine revolves around Wednesdays. The Denver Cruisers (http://www.denvercruisers.com/) ride every Wednesday. All 150+ of us. We wear funny costumes. We stop traffic. We go into snotty one-name bars and ruin everyone's nights. Not that we want to bother anybody, but seriously - if you wear your pointy toed shoes and shiny shirt to a "club" on a Wednesday to impress the cute professional assistant girl, you deserve it. She isnt that impressed that you can afford a $4 bottle of Bud Light at a bar that has blue lights and bottle service. My posse actually headed straight back to the "VIP" section (see: the place that you pay a shitload of money so that you can look rich...er, I mean, cool), sat on the leather couches, and pulled the rope barriers around us. Look how exclusive we are! Then we got bored and went across the street to Old Chicago and used our old college IDs to buy really nice beer for a couple of bucks. Take that Monarch.