Last night we had our second supper club. We've formed a group with three other couples to explore new recipes through a once a month dinner.
After dinner, we sat around the living room chatting. Jrex was home sick. The three guys all started comparing notes about biking to work. Wine Aficionado smiled, "Only in warm weather." Another man, who's served two tours in Iraq, declared, "I'm a fair weather biker, as well. It's too cold for me now." Hedonistic Outdoorsman, boasted, "I'm still biking, but last Thursday, I thought, 'this might be my limit'."
I've mentioned that I'm the soul of discretion? The master of my tongue? Known for my silent, loving presence?
I snorted and declared, "You're all a bunch of wusses! I bike every day. It's not too cold. I'll be biking when it rains. Of course, this is also coming from someone who's lived in upstate New York and New England. Compared to that, it doesn't get cold in California."
For some reason that seemed to shut down the conversation. Was it something I said?