and no, nobody crashed.

Theoretically, I guess, EVERYBODY could write about Saturday and then you all could entertain yourselves with 6 different perspectives on the same events.... come on, guys, post.

Saturday night was, of course, the much-hyped bar ride in honor of Jojo's visit to Minneapolis. It was thunderstorming. Ordinarily in mid-November if there was bad weather it would involve snow, but George Bush and his "global warming? What global warming? Liberals invented that" philosophy can bite my ass because we had an honest-to-god THUNDERSTORM, with thunder and lightning and buckets of rain. Nate and I met up with Sascha, her boyfriend Scott, Jojo (who was wearing this crazy bomber helmet with lights all over it), Equipoise, and Andy/Sickboy, in downtown Minneapolis. I was riding the Raleigh -- 40 pounds of full-suspension, flat-tire (my pump is broken so it only works on Presta valves... ghetto, I know), four-inch-thick padded-saddle goodness -- and found that if I was going to keep up with people, two things had to happen. The other people had to slow down, AND I had to pedal like a crazed first-grader terrorizing the neighborhood on a tricycle. All I have to say is, you people will be sorry when the Pepsi bike arrives. Just try and catch me then.

We were soaked by the time we got to Psycho Suzi's, and the bouncer guy came out into the parking lot to tell us that they were over fire-code capacity already and we couldn't come in. However, it took us so long to figure out what to do about this that by the time any decisions were made, enough people had left that we were able to go in. We met Gilby and Landon inside. Then, apart from the overall drowned-rat appearance of the entire group, it was pretty normal. Notable events include the table next to ours donating some leftover birthday cake to us (I guess we looked like we needed feeding) and a giant bowl of rum punch with ten straws and FIRE in the middle of it. After that we rode through lighter rain to downtown, where more beverages were had at Runyon's. Nate has discovered a latent love of Grain Belt Premium just this week, if anyone was wondering. And while Sascha might not have been wearing any underpants, I was, and everybody saw them. Tim, NOW aren't you sorry you missed it?

We got kicked out when Runyon's closed. I went to unlock my bike and found a box of cold french fries neatly placed on my rack. Uh, thanks, whoever you are. In the spirit of paying it forward, I put the fries in the back seat of a car with a broken window. Then we weaved our way home and I spent all day yesterday recovering.

Incidentally, somebody there had a camera. Whoever is the owner of said camera had better post pictures post-haste.