Y’all, we rode our bikes to TJ this weekend with our wonderful friends Maya and Marlo, and I have nary a photo to prove it. I’m going to have to get better than that at this thing, because I doubt my writing will solely hold your attention for very long. But here’s what you should know: it was marvelous. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday. I was nervous it was going to be hades hot, but our next-to-the-bay path provided cool breezes. Of course, that did not stop me from arriving at this chic art gallery without a slick of sweat covering me from head to toe, but luckily right before I left the house I fashioned a cute little bobby-pinned, messy coif that handled the sweat on the head well.
At one point as we were joyfully pedaling through the mexi-streets, I realized that our group consisted of Jay and three women on mixtes. I then decided that we should make music videos under an artistic venture called Jay and the Mixtes. They should feature us riding around on our bikes. Maya pointed out that Nortec beat us to it, but I don’t think we care: