Sorry world, but I love you.

A few too many and what do you get? Well, if I made any mistakes last night, I am truly sorry. Went out with the work crew for a team happy hour. 1 turned into 4 and then I was out the door. Two would have been the right amount I think. Riding home with a serious buzz from Maple Grove with the daylight waning probably isn't too smart. There were a ton of cars driving every which way and I felt like a target. I rode right by REI, so it seemed like a good idea to stop in for a minute. Probably wasn't a good idea, but my heart was in the right place. In the morning, On my way to work, I lost my new clear lens glasses, so as I was heading south passing Eric's on Hemlock, seeing the "OPEN" sign, I decided I'd stop to take a look there as well. The manager came up and said something about my OOOBS backpack. His name is Mike Berger (I think it was Mike, sorry if I'm not remembering that right). Super good dude. Old schooler. Been around forever. Knew all the goofballs that run this town. As I was looking at glasses, I asked him if he knew Bob very well. He did. We got to talking about Bob and it was really beautiful. I could tell he missed Bob and he had some great stories about him. The kind of stories you only know if your a close friend and workmate with someone. I told Mike a few tales of racing with Bob and the time ticked away. I hope sometime soon we connect again. It did my heart good to talk and remember. With brand new clear lens glasses donned, I rode the hour home feeling great. Worked the buzz down to a respectable level by the time I got to my door and made it in time to tuck Owen into bed. Perfect. I hope you are smiling.