I <3 my team

What could be better than being led by your captain to bar hop in Ballard after voting in mass amounts of estrogen into the MVA board and enjoying the company of BeeBop Records and black labs with toys and local made bike t-shirts and racing and wine and power meters and heart rate zones and LSDs and local politics and dreams about the upcoming year....? Well a few things (including those on the other side of the world), but this was the glass-toasting, conversations never ending, endless smiles kind of night at the end of a very rough, hard working, long hours, small moments of personal satisfaction yet ungrateful week that reminded me of the good things to be thankful for and to feel blessed for being at this particular juncture. Thanks so much for the wine and garlic fries and laughter and endless conversation and concern about traversing the Ballard Bridge.