The annoying thing about last night

The annoying thing wasn’t that Erik and I popped by Riche for a spontaneous dinner-treat. Nor was it that we met Calle, Richard and Calle (two, Calle) and sat with them. Neither had the outing to Obaren anything to do with it where we met Fredrik and the whole wide Berghs for beers. And the decision to stop by V on our way home hadn’t anything to do with it either. No. All of this was actually ridiculously nice. The annoying thing is that I left my bike there at the scene, and “for the love of lord, couldn’t find it” this morning as I was really, really late for work.