Right now my belly is pleading with me to go stretch out on the couch, to relieve the pressure that an overabundance of Morimoto’s sushi. Tonight I went, with my five favorite girls, to celebrate our friendship and the fact that we finally have Lara back after months of wedding planning and preparation.
But I wanted to finish the story of the bike I started yesterday. Mel asked in the comments what happened to the bike, and it’s a funny story. I rode it all throughout my senior year of college, back and forth to campus, and out on longer rides, along Mill Creek. When graduation rolled around, I decided it really needed to stay in Walla Walla, and so I posted an ad on the campus listserve, offering it for sale. I put the price at $15, which was what I had originally offered to pay at the thriftstore in the fall. I got a response from a hipster-y sophomore and we met in the parking lot behind the Harper-Joy Theater so she could check out the bike. Her mom was with her, for some reason I don’t totally understand, and they looked it over, and offered me $12. I took it, because hey, it was $3.50 more than I had paid for it seven months earlier. So I got a great bike, enjoyed it for a year, and made an almost 50% profit in May. Not bad at all.