Megan's Dreams Come TRUE

It looks like this is the week for Megan’s dreams becoming realities…for MONTHS maybe even years she has been begging me to do 2 things:

1. bring my bike to orange county so we can go on a bike ride
2. plan a camping trip complete with tents and sleeping bags, etc.

I have avoided both of these plans intently (for several reasons only one of which was the ridiculous image of me driving my 2009 Toyota Corolla {Fredericko} from San Diego, CA to Orange County, CA with a bike rack on the trunk and the mountain bike my parents gave me when I was probably in 6th grade in teal strapped onto it) for as long as possible but the harassing has officially done me in and I have succumbed to the peer pressure. My dad fixed up my bike as part of my 25th birthday gift and it made the 100 mile journey back here with me (and until yesterday sat dormant in my garage collecting dust – sorry dad!) and the camping trip location has been finalized (the date is still in question, so I’m not completely out of hope – AND I did convince her to let me bring Steven so that he can help us with the whole setting up of the tent, starting the fire, cooking the food, etc. so it won’t be quite as miserable as I was originally anticipating – I’m fairly certain we would have been eating a lot of snacks and virtually NO real food!). Megan is getting everything she has ever wanted and is only a few short weeks away from her first “necessary” consultation with her favorite 18 use soap (thank you Target!). She must be living in pure bliss. However, after last night and our inaugural bike ride, I can guarantee that she is not sitting comfortably today and that all dreams come at a cost. I met up with Megan last night after leaving the office, putting on yoga pants and my polka dotted vans, and wasting a great deal of time and some brain cells trying to figure out exactly how to get that bike rack (and my bike for that matter) re-attached to the trunk of my car for the 2 mile (pure estimation – I have no idea how far it REALLY is to Gan’s house) journey to Megan’s house. We hopped on our bikes and rode over to Tri-City park where we rode around the lake 3 times, explored the path behind the baseball field (where I was legitimately scared that I was going to be pelted in the head with a baseball at any given moment) and took one trip across the bridge surrounded by the angriest geese I have ever seen (we immediately understood why everyone else was avoiding that pathway). I have no idea how far or long we rode (but I do know that it was long enough to do quite a number to my buttox) but we had a great time and the weather was perfect.Megan and I felt nostalgic as our ride was extremely reminiscent of our elementary school days (oh how I wish that we still weighed only 90 pounds – those bodies were easier to push with pedals) – of family bike rides – riding around the neighborhood with friends – and ice-cream! OH THE MEMORIES!After our ride, we rendezvoused with Rachel (who skipped with great amounts of enthusiasm alongside us as we finished our ride) and then went to dinner @ the Olive Pit where we had EXTREMELY delicious salads, pitas, and French fries. I LOVE THAT PLACE!! So fresh and SO tasty! After dinner it was time to re-load the bike one final time and head back to my house...one adventure complete…if the camping trip is this much of a raving success, we just might become professional bike riders who camp and have medals in Olympic television watching. WE ARE DIVERSE!