When I was living in Chicago, going out was no problem. If I was invited anywhere, I would just hop in my bike, a bus or the train and whip on down to said bar/apartment/eatery/theatre/snuff film shoot . . . you know, anywhere where my presence was deemed necessary.
Now that I live in LA, I’m afraid I’m giving my car more importance than I should. That designation is causing me to skip out on social events. Take tonight, for example. I was asked to grab drinks and dinner. I had suggested a place closer to me so I could bike or walk. Everything was cool until the location had to be changed. I probably could have ridden my bike, but it felt like a car trip — I’m still not used to estimating distances here in LA. So, instead of a nice night out, I stayed home.
Granted, I had been unpacking all day in the new apartment. Granted, there’s no air conditioner so I was one huge hot mess. Granted, I’m a huge wimp. Because that what this boils down to; I’m a wimp. Why don’t I just go out and meet up with folks? Really.
So, the goal for the rest of the month is to 1) get a better handle on the biking distances of Los Angeles. Chicago was a snap. Give me a location and I knew how long and how hard of a bike it would be. Here, in LA, the bike distances are so foreign as to be nonexistent. Time to change that.
2) I need to get motivated. No matter how lazy I feel, getting out of the apartment to spend time with peeps is much better than sitting around twiddling my thumbs.
In any case, I miss my bike, so getting off my tucass and riding again will feel absolutely fabulous.