Strange, strange night. Short bike ride with the kids nearly to Georgetown then back to Belltown. Good to get out and do a few extra miles, even if it was only a few more than I do any day. Good to see old friends, have a few drinks. A little too much tomfoolery on my part, and I damaged my friends car, but things can always be fixed. It’s always interesting to come and go and see how the relationship status of girls in the group affects a social circle. I had to keep a check on my protective nature, actually. Anyway, home. It’s almost the weekend. I’m still planning on heading out of town alone. I could go to PDX with bike kids, but I just want to be outdoors and I don’t really have anyone else in that world. I want to say right now, but, I haven’t really. Maybe briefly J, but she was never comfortable with the fact that I liked her. Oh! Ran into B tonight. How, strange. She told me about her boyfriends bike and asked him to pronounce it for her because it was german. I’m glad she’s happy. They moved in together, and while that blows my mind in relation to my history, it’s probably perfect for her and, again, I am glad she is happy. And so it goes.