Batteries and ribs

Yesterday was my day off the bike and thankfully so. My body was so tired from finally resting after a year of constant go-go-go and a few periods of losing someone close to me. I started the morning out with coffee and biscotti at home while watching Italian music videos and the Tour de Suisse coverage. I then swung by the shop to pick up my belongings, all the while screaming at the guys that I was sick of their sh!% and was never coming back, that I couldn't take it anymore in the relationship. They got the joke and we all kind of laughed but also felt sad inside.

I then headed over to my see my amazing therapist. What a wonderful woman she is. I'm finally going to keep up with my appointments and not be stubborn anymore. I'm so DIY that I usually end up visiting her and getting caught up in my own grind that I forget I need her. Well, I'm finally in a place where I am ready to ask for help. Just to give you an idea of how much I love the ladies, even SHE was surprised that I am actually sticking to this 6 month hiatus. Whew.

I then dropped off my suits at the dry cleaners and started laundry. I'm afraid to see my dry cleaning bill, but also realizing that I have not dry cleaned them for over a year now and actually saved money by ironing them myself...lol. Once laundry was taken care of, I hopped on my Vespa and drov...wait a minute...I was out of gas...filled the tank at home...had a dead battery...plugged in the tender...battery is dead...so I drove to the new Vespa store in Kirkwood (nice, but really small) and found out I can jump start the bike with a car, among other things including the fact that they are selling an awesome Union Jack half helmet I have to buy today. I then walked to Crown Optical to buy more contact lenses and found out I need another eye appointment before I order more contacts. Bullocks, I freaking hate doing that but it must be done. It's kind of like starting a new relationship and getting tested for STDs so you and your partner know each other are clean...except my eyes don't sleep around...so why test them?

And then the evening came and went. I headed over to Geoff's for Kill Bill, Kill Bill 2, 8 hour smoked ribs and citrus vodka tonics. I love that guy and have officially unofficially called him my best friend in the past 3 conversations I have had about him. I just need to work on not leaving food and drink at his house when I leave. He has a week-old avocado of mine, bag of pine nuts, whole smoked chicken, and bottle of citrus vodka.

Picture of the day pays homage to Quentin: