For those of you who've read this blog from day one, you may remember my teenage enthusiasm for biking as the most fun way to blow dry my hair and the best way to cure a hangover. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never do the former again, as I am now responsible enough to know the importance of helmets (which have the opposite effect of a blow dryer). I am not, however, so responsible that I am done having hangovers that need curing. And I am still enthusiastic about the power of biking to cure them, especially on a mildly chilly Saturday morning on a downhill ride into downtown DC.
This feeling was confirmed on Saturday morning, as I woke up at 7 am, hungover from too much wine at Nathaniel's birthday party, and rode Lucy to the Georgetown Park Mall where Josh and I paid a total of $236 to become residents of the District of Colombia. We are now registered to vote here, we are licensed here, and we (I) have a car that can park legally on the streets here all day every day. A day at the DMV is never fun, but this all only took us about an hour, leaving us plenty of time to shop and bike to Dupont for Bagels before our afternoon soccer game. A salty everything bagel with cream cheese, lox, capers and onions in my stomach and I was good to go.
People say that duct tape can fix everything but nothing has ever fixed one of my hangovers like salty food and biking will!