Tricksy Treats

We have now entered the time when most or all knitting is being undertaken in secret, and thus you have More Pics from the Place of the Rhine. And of the cat, and maybe some bridges if I can ever remember to stop when I'm on one of them.

Today I didn't stop because I was riding over it with a hot boy, and that means the blog gets screwed (I don't, but that's a whole other story) (actually, no, wait, that is this story). This particular hot boy, who shall remain nameless to protect both him and me (and don't go trying to guess, Boywich, because his name isn't common this time) (long story, private joke). Anyway, enough of both those parens and that paragraph.

This particular hot boy, as I was saying before I so rudely and extensively interrupted myself (which I'm doing again, in case you hadn't noticed), grabbed my ass yesterday. By accident.

And, as one of my friends remarked upon hearing the story, the funniest part is that I didn't even notice it.

In my defense, I was wearing padded bike shorts under my regular shorts. In his defense, he was thinking of his girlfriend when he did it (or so he said).

Anyway, it was all very amusing, though I suppose it might have been more amusing for me had he actually intended to grab my ass, since he is, as previously mentioned, a hot boy.

Okay, enough of that (or more than enough, as the case may be).

No, riding over the bridge is not a euphemism for other sports that involve ass-grabbing, though again, I might have preferred it if it had been. I'm just sayin'.

Yes, Juno, it's that boy, and no, I am not re-getting my hopes up. No really, Shan, I mean it.

Yes, I saw the other boy, and he's doing okay. And I saw that other one too, though I am really just not interested in that one, even though he's the only one who is technically available for the sort of sports that involve ass-grabbing. Yes, I know, it figures.

And, apropos of nothing, it also figures that the first time in many years that I actually have a costume (and a rather badass one at that) and a place to wear it, the party I was slated to attend has been called off. Sigh. So now I get to ponder the wisdom of cycling around the city wearing my silly costume, and maybe heading over to the west village to look at the freakshow. Luckily, I have all day tomorrow to decide.

PS. Later addition: Woke up so late that I do not, in fact, have all day to decide. I'll be the one riding around in a pirate suit. Though maybe not the only one.