Delroy Wilson, the Cool Operator

I just finished cleaning and lubing my bike chain. (The tire pressure was fine.) It actually looks like metal now - instead of black fuzzy grease - which is pretty cool. I put some new wet lube on there, too, in anticipation of tomorrow's likely inclemency.

In case you missed it (or I haven't mentioned it), tomorrow's the 65-mile round trip Three Floyds Ride, from Daley Plaza to the Three Floyds Brewery and Brewpub in Munster, IN. Danny called earlier, and he's not sure if he's going to be able to make it, since he's a little afraid of the weather. I know the forecast calls for snow and rain, but looking at the latest radar maps, it really shouldn't be that bad. I've probably ridden in worse - granted, not for three hours at a time - and I've definitely done some extended periods in rain and such. Really, once we get going, I'm sure the problem will be overheating, especially with the spiffy windbreaker/rainjacket I picked up a few weeks ago. Danny was getting ready to do some bike maintenance anyway, just in case.

I think I rode close to 12-13 miles today, heading to the House of Blues to pick up tix for Naked Raygun and then up to the Metro to pick up tix for Anti-Flag. So that's at least two shows to look forward to. I got home and needed a nap, which I took after showering and cleaning a few things up.

Laura called me this afternoon, and had just found out that her ex-boyfriend from a year or so ago was flying into town for her party tonight. I think she may have been going to ask anyway, but I volunteered to skip the party if that would be easier on her. She said that would be best since he would know everyone there and I would know maybe one other person. Intellectually, I know that I needn't be, but I can't help being a little jealous. I was looking forward to tonight, too, but that's alright; it's her party and I'll stay away if she needs me to. You would stay too if it happened to you. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night, though, since Laura and I are planning to get together.

I went to Binny's tonight and stocked up on some cerveza; I think I grabbed a pint bottle of every different type of Young's they had. And some Tripel Karmeliet kits w/ glasses, so I can serve my fancy beer in style. I popped a bottle of Young's Old Nick and went to the park across the street, and took what I think is a cool picture of the downtown skyline behind my streetfront. Of course, the fucking connection to my computer isn't working, so until I either go to school or pick up a cardreader, you'll have to take my word for it.

I talked to Dani for half an hour or so, and was able to catch up on things, which is always good. I've always felt I could lay anything out for her I felt like talking about, and it's still comforting to have that, even if I don't need it.

Delroy Wilson is on the speakers right now, and I think the diphenhydramine I took is starting to kick in...

It wasn't until tonight I found out I was right.

I did need to re-fucking-lax. I did. And tonight was great.

I had dinner with Laura and we hung out and talked. And walked her puppy, and kissed her goodnight. Several times.

Ryan, you need to e-mail and tell me what's going on with you.