The post about my Tea Party adventures (with pictures! I promise!) will come tonight, after I get off work. I would have done it last night, but the problem with going everywhere on a bicycle is that you end up skating in at a quarter after nine, wishing your headlight was brighter and yelling at your quads to stop complaining, you can die when we get home. I seriously sat on the floor in my kitchen for five solid minutes sipping lemon water and trying to work up the will to crawl into bed. Totally worth it, though. I got to see Bill Whittle speak and it was awesome.
On a related note, "headwind" is a dirty word and we don't use it in this house.