I started my weekend by drinking a Stockade 8 Bit IPA and then riding my bike along the Torrens to visit Chow. The first thing I did after I'd arrived and removed my shirt was to open his fridge to find a place for the dessert I’d brought to dinner. His fridge was full of vegetables, condiments, and two small bowls of laksa cooling ready for young mouths.
During a nice dinner with Chow, Emma and their kids we talked about work, children, bike maintenance, covid, home improvements and cellaring wine. We drank a few craft beers and I rode home in the glorious dusk.
On Saturday I tried to time a gap in the rain and rode my bike to Glenelg to visit Gus at the unit. The first thing I did after I'd arrived and removed my shirt was to open his fridge to find a place for the beer I’d brought to the Hottest 100 countdown. His fridge was full of beer, more beer, some hard ginger ales and a few days worth of Hello Fresh meal packs. I found room for my beers in the vegetable crisper. I sat on his balcony with a group of guys, watching the rain and talked about farts, school, tinder, covid, music, farts again. We drank quite a few craft beers and I rode home in the glorious dusk.
Some people in life are like bikes. River or roads, rain or shine, they do the same thing each time.
I’m definitely more of a fridge.