My friday afternoon commute turned into a 3-bar drunkfest ending sometime after midnight. It was really liberating to be able to hop on my bike and hit another pub where some other friends were without hassle. Usually, I know it's time to call it quits when I get to the last $20 in my pocket, then arrange for a cab ride home. But I felt totally free. It was my first time out on my bike for a night on the town, but it'll probably be my last since the wife is back in town and doesn't bike.

-5C this morn.

Thx for postin' the pics Jack, funny stuff.