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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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September 28, 2005

my day of overdoing it permalink

My tie's flying!
I've got my drumsticks
My arm! What happened to my arm?!?
A little monkey business
Bike cop!
the taxman!
Evading the IRS, man
Fellini Clown bike dude
Open minded bike dude
So. Yesterday I rode Sweetie's bike in. At lunch, I walked the Salmon Street Death March with the rest of our hearty crew of Death Marchers. I got some super-excellent pictures which I am so very excited about. I found some new bike lane stencils, and whoa, that really makes my heart flutter.

Then, I rode Sweetie's bike home. No news there. I luff his bike.

Then I went to pilates. On the way, I found two more bike lane stencils that were new to me! Then, I got to class, and my instructor tried to kill me. She was concentrating on glutes. Of course, pilates on Monday was all about glutes. And bicycling is all about glutes. And walking uphill. I tried chanting Nietzsche, like that did a lot of good. So after class, my hair is wet, my whole body is wet with sweat. I guess that worked.

Of course, this morning I woke up and every inch of me hurt. So I listened to one of Sheldon Brown's podcasts about English 3-speeds and the Oyster Band (I found this via Fritz at cyclelicio.us). Tszuj had mentioned Mr. Brown the other day when I was fumbling with bike-speak, but I had not visited his site. The podcast was totally too cool. I'm hooked. Last night I was a podcast virgin—now I am a devotee.

It was cold enough this morning, riding in, that I thought: I've got to wear tights in the morning. I've got to dry my hair. I've got to get a wool Buff. My skirt, which is too long, kept getting caught in the rear wheel. That was easy enough to remove but kinda a pain all the same. I was running late, so I was moving fast—but made my appointment. I give it the ment0s thumbs-up!

And thank you, all, for the suggestions on the breakfast. I hadn't even thought of fruit and/or hardboiled eggs. I'm still game for suggestions, and I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to pull this all off. The breakfast I'm hosting is Friday morning at 8am... and it would be very nice to bring everything in by bicycle. The bakery I'd like to get some of the croissant type things at opens at 7. I haven't figured out where to get the coffee—the building coffee shop could cater it, no doubt cheaply, but it's not really good coffee. And I want this all to be super special, super nice. Cuz I loves my Bike Commute Challengers!

Today's Question: how do you judge a liquor store? Here in Oregon, we sell all hard liquor in liquor stores (with a few exceptions). They vary wildly, from Soviet style commissaries to lush IKEAs (okay, maybe that isn't a good juxtaposition). I don't drink liquor at home, so I'm not a real good judge of what makes a liquor store good. Are there speciality liquors they should stock? What sorts of cool things should I be looking for? Any help here is appreciated.

Posted at September 28, 2005

Comments

All liquor in the state of NC is sold by state-licensed "alcohol beverage control" (ABC) stores. Weird huh? Not as weird as Pennsylvania where you have to buy beer from a special "beer distributor" instead of at the truck stop the way god intended, but that's another discussion. :-)

Posted by: neca at September 28, 2005 12:28 PM

I'm a PA girl myself, so I'm not one to give recommendations on liquor stores. Everything here is state montitored. And finding a beer distributor is easier said than done. My requirements are slim: no drunks outside and no store nearby that sells single cigerettes.

Posted by: Liz at September 30, 2005 7:17 AM