Midgety, Yachty, and Other New Adjectives

This afternoon was the fourth annual Tour de Troit bicycle tour of Detroit. A leisurely 35-mile guided (and police escorted) tour of the city set up by several local organizations ending in Roosevelt Park with food provided by local restaurants. I almost went this year. Rock n' roll, red wine, and Spanish cheese won the good fight last night. Crab cakes and eggs for brunch were much more necessary than a bike ride. I swear I'll go next year. Really, I promise.

...oh, and the Whiskey Diaries fucking rocked.