Friday night in the city and a few beers at 119 were consumed. My bike was locked in front and waiting for me like a dog waiting outside a bodega for its owner. Inside We were sorta celebrating Zucks BIRFday, who has finally reached the Christ age. I had other plans for the evening and was waiting for Jenene so we can head off to Union square, the rally point for this months critical mass. So far all others that said they would, wussed out, except those who were actually sick.