…and i’m really looking forward to sleep. but first, i have to tell you this…
we were driving to the play tonight, and i told erica and bev that i was going to get a ride home with B. (Best Boy) on his motorcycle. Bev was concerned, and Erica said she’d like to ride on a motorcycle, without a helmet. i told her B. would never allow that.
in case you don’t remember my views on motorcycle-riding, i’m basically in the scaredy cat category here. afraid of falling and crashing and dying, mostly.
i didn’t have a lot of time to worry about the ride, because B. didn’t tell me he was going to come to the show on his bike till the very last minute. and then during the show, i had to focus on curling and re-curling my hair, broken up occasionally with brief moments of going on stage.
when the performance was over, there was B., spare helmet in hand. oh. oh boy. oh dear. hmm.
i climbed aboard, and we headed out of new salem.
it was incredibly fun. i loved the wind rushing by, as i sat there secure in my helmet. i felt perfectly safe and protected. it was great to be right there, part of the passing landscape, instead of observing it from the car. and let’s face it, if i’d been in a car, i wouldn’t have paid much attention to the outside world. but on the motorcycle, you’re right there in the outside world.
i didn’t want the ride to end.
and now i must sleep.
i hope your weekend included at least one fun thing. more than one – two, or three, even.
ok then,
grace late.