Rough Morning

I rode my bike to pick up my car at The Windrift this morning. It took about 45 minutes for me to figure out how to fit my bike into my car. I drove home covered in black bike goo. I realized I couldn’t run my fingers through my hair- somehow there was a huge hunk of gum stuck in it that I had been tossing and turning on all night.  I checked my phone to see the damage; turns out the last text I sent last night was to Trevor – the winner of A Double Shot of Love. At least our Wing Night cup collection is growing, the newest addition reads “unbelievable” written in sharpy marker.  -Kelli