While (e:paul) and (e:terry) went down to Blossburg on Thursday to prepare for (e:heidi) and (e:dianne)'s wedding, and pick up Terry's mom, I stayed home to work. I don't think I have been away from both of them for more than 12 hours since the summer I met them (maybe when I went to Cleveland and raced home?) ((e:joe,58026)) This time they left at 8 am Thursday and I didn't see them again until 5pm Friday.



It was real strange. I think I can't actually handle being alone for too long - I've never really been alone for long my whole life. So I went out on the Thursday night ride down to a greasy cheese stick bar in South Buffalo, and ended up dancing and getting cray at Q til 5, with two British girls and Chevon Davis's roommate. I got home at 6, received a crazy call and just couldn't sleep. Fun, but would have been a better night with them.

We went to the Glass Animals concert at Babeville with (e:xandra) and (e:yesthatcasey). It's one of those concerts that was way better than the album. We even saw the cute farmer boy and I made some awkward small talk with him.

We hosted my family and uncle for my brother's birthday. 19 already - wow.

(e:uchina), there was pizza!

Singlehandedly the best bike ride of my life - dream accomplished (e:joe,58931) I could not believe how well it went. By Matt's count from a youtube video, there were at least 300 riders. Zero harrasment, from cops, riders, or bystanders. And we got our message across. Seems like even the people who drove to the ride had such a good time, I'd like to think they'll be more sold on bikes next time they leave the house - (e:uchina) ;)!

Nothing feels freer than riding around your city, down Elmwood, down Bidwell, down Main giving the finger to the Delta Sonic monster, naked as the day you were born.

The afterparty(ies) were pretty good too. Much props to Handlebar for holding the unofficial one and letting us go down to our underwear. Even better was the sequel at our house after. May be the only time I've had a cop tell a very silly (e:uchina) and I that we can't be naked on our own porch.

Heads up, lots of junk below if you're not down for that.

I've tried to gather up some pictures - a lot of them I pulled from the facebook event. I didn't take many since we decided to discourage it for comfort reasons the first year. Obviously we're all there to show what we've got, so I think next year it'll be okay.

Thanks to everyone who came, see you next year! I know I can't wait.

After the art festival, I decided I'd give Basra an adventure to see the rest of the world (or at least the front lawn). Turns out he's popular. Everyone wanted to stop by and see him and ask questions about our "snapping turtle". Maybe we can charge admission and pay for his ticket to the desert.

Turns out the taste of freedom is addictive because when we were back inside, he climbed over his board and back down the driveway. We only noticed when there was shouting outside and (e:keith) and rode up and saw him.