I was going to go riding last night, but Rattking and I drank 2-4-1's for awhile, then hit another bar for insanely tall shots of whiskey, then went by HardTimes for some grub. Some guy grabbed my food by mistake, so we had to wait while they cooked more up - it was about 3am by the time we left, so we just both headed to our homes.

Going down the greenway, I was moving all sorts of slow, then ran into a guy that hasn't been out on the Sat rides in awhile. We talked for a bit - I'd mention his new rims, but that'd be more bag-matching fixie talk. I'll leave it at 'it is possible to get a chrome pista to look sweet.'

Got home, passed out. Woke back up at 5am to a huge thunderstorm. I probably would have been out in it if we'd actually gone out on a longer ride...