(Post) Midnight Bike Ride

Last night, Colin and I broke our in-bed-by-10:30 rule and went to go see the Roots- a show that started at TWELVE-THIRTY AM. Honestly, I couldn't believe I was going to be out so late, but we made Americanos on (Colin's) new espresso machine and we were off-- on our bicycles. Originally, I had no intention of biking there; I had subway directions to the bar we were hitting up beforehand (2 for 1 Rolling Rock! Free pool!), and I figured we'd suck it up and spend 2 hours getting home. However, once Colin pointed out that the weather was fantastically beautiful, I realized how silly it was to do anything but get there by bicycle.
The ride there was quite nice; it was about 11pm, not too many cars out and a handful of bikers were crossing the Manhattan bridge with us. After the show (or rather, at 2:15am when we realized we weren't enjoying the show very much) we hopped back on our bikes. I was reminded of the movie I Am Legend, where Will Smith is the last person alive in NYC and wandering the streets with the zombies. It was DEAD. And beautiful. It helped that the weather was abnormally warm for a November evening, but the lack of cars, bikes and people meant that we could zip through Manhattan, over the bridge and through Brooklyn without so much as one or two stops. Six miles of straight bike riding in this city is quite a feat- and to think we turned what could have been an excrutiating wait for the subway into a 40-minute trip. Even though the show was a disappointment, we played three fine games of pool at the bar, made friends with the nice couple whom we beat at pool, and had one of the most enjoyable bike rides of my life. Not bad for NYC.