Is it already Thursday afternoon? This week just flew by. (Don't they all?)
Steady, but slow, progress on the Sherbert Sock:
I'm really excited about finishing these - I love the colors, and I think the fit is going to be perfect. The wool ankle sock will be just right for the upcoming fall weather (only 6 weeks left of this balmy 72 degree haze we call summer round these parts), incorporating the warmth and love of wool, yet they avoid overheating by leaving the calf free to breathe.
I didn't get anything done on the sock last night though. I was too busy getting boozed up at a swank networking event hosted by one of the firms in town. Not that I expected it to be swank (evidenced by the fact that I biked there, and then shoved my sweaty sneakers in my bag - gross!), or that I would get boozed up (once again, evidenced by the fact that I biked there, because biking drunk is scary). I must be retarded or something, because since when have I ever showed up to one of these things and *not* gotten boozed up? Please. And there was open bar, which is always bad news (sure, I'll have another, thanks!)
Anyway, the swank event turned out to be fun, and I only got liquored up enough to make biking home a bad idea, but not so liquored up that I decided to tell one of the partners that his firm sucked and that it would never be as good as Andersen was (just one of the times that Liquor made me tell Inappropriate Truths).
In the end, I had to leave my bike locked up on the sidewalk, alone and without shelter for the entire night. Which is why I so happened to be riding around on the T this morning with a bike seat. And, of course, why I have grease smeared all over my pants today.
I am such a scrub
But, my bike was fine:
It was a 50/50 she'd still be here
Tonight I'm holing up on the couch with the Sherbert Sock, a Big Glass of Water, and the beginning of a 4 game homestand against the Yankees.