After one drink and then another, I looked at my watch and realized that it was near midnight. Resolute to bike home, I bid the drunk lady farwell, as well as her boyfriend who was in the bathroom when I first started talking to her. Wrapping myself in a scarf and gloves, I biked down 2nd Avenue to Jackson to the I-90 bike trail. I have not been doing long bike rides much lately and my legs can feel it now.
The weather is getting better, it's time for more biking.