Sunday, December 3, 2006
We got us some bikes! Which means John feels human again and I'm back to tootling along behind him, hoping he won't forget I'm there and go full on bike commando. I am not so brave or so fast as John. Also, my bike is a total girl bike. It's turquoise and has big fat tires and a fucking BASKET and weighs about a billion pounds. I've come to love the basket. It makes me wish I had puppies to put in it. Ohhhh, Sr. Waffles!!
So anyway, we took our bikes up to a nature preserve and saw the river. There are all these boulders along the bank that are actually big chunks of a brick wall that have been rounded by time and weather and look awesome and weird. I angered a man selling french fries by giving him 2 2-peso notes for 2.50 purchase ("you don't have any change?" he asked me. No, dude, don't you??). Much fuss was made before I got my six quarters and I left feeling terrible. I did a completely half-ass job of putting on sunscreen, so my arms look like I should be in the Duran Duran "Rio" video. White hand splotches, streaks of lobster red. But dang, doesn't that just prove how good sunscreen is? I mean, the shit WORKS - where I did manage to put goo I'm as ghostly white as ever. Secretly, however, I am looking forward to peeling. And I hear melanoma's a party.