Afternoon

Biked over to the 4th Ave Pub to meet Yona and her dachshund Sophie who is blond (although Yona claims Sophie is "cream", not blond) for an afternoon beer. Sean guilted me into wearing the bicycle helmet.

He: "Wear the helmet!"
Me: "But I don't want to! We never wear helmets when we're biking over in Sweden"
He: "That's because there is no traffic there!"
Me: "But it's Saturday, there's no traffic here either"
He: "Do whatever you want, but I'll worry about you"

So off I went wearing the helmet. I took if off right after I crossed Atlantic and Flatbush. I don't want to run into people I know, wearing that helmet. It also doesn't really mesh with my ponytail. Yona and Sophie crossed the street just as I was stuffing the helmet into my bag.

In the bar's garden we ordered coronas and veggie burgers but ended up eating only the buns -no burger- with cheese, mustard and ketchup since there were no veggie burgers left. Sophie stole popcorn and unabashedly spit the chewed pops on our bare feet.