Biked to public transit to work. Walked 1.6 miles to the employee store, didn't find anything, and walked back. It was hot! On the way home, the first train that arrived at the station was packed full of bikes and people, so I had to wait for the next one. I waited with another biker and we chatted the whole ride to the other side of the West Hills.
Erik had left our bike lock attached to a rack by the Hawthorne Bridge (he needed during work hours and I needed it afterwards) so I rode by it, grabbed the lock, and rode on to Thirst, a wine bar right on the river. It was fun to see Rebecca for her birthday, and so many of my other running ladies. Sara bike-escorted me home.