So, DH and I ride downtown many weekends to meet one of his friends for coffee, and yesterday was no exception, except that the coffee shop was swamped, so the guys got margaritas at the mexican restaurant next door instead.

The decision was made to wander off to some other mexican-type restaurant/bar for more margaritas, and I started thinking that the end result of the ride was going to be me riding home and bringing back the Durango -- drinking, sunshine, hot weather....

Anyway, somewhere along the way, as I pulled up behind the guys (following cuz they knew our destination and I didn't) I hear -- I bet you're glad you got Karen into this bike riding stuff, right? Yeah, well, she's still pretty good anyway...

The point was that we were biking to bars instead of driving, so neither of them had someone to be the designated!

Karen in Boise