I had every intention of writing yesterday, but a better offer came along.
After karate class, some of my AOK classmates invited me to a boat trip on Peoria Lake along the Illinois River. How do you turn that down? Oh, right, discipline. Guess I should pay more attention to the self-discipline side of our lessons.
I rode Eve out to our launch point, the IVY Club in Peoria Heights. Though I’ve lived out here for over two years now, I’d never ridden along the river, on the motorcycle or otherwise. That was a pleasant little trip in itself, and given the weather it would have been tough to pick a better time to do it.
Setting out on the river itself was a great ride, too. It had been years since I’ve been on a boat, and the calm waters made for a relaxing ride. We had a few drinks, then docked along the Riverfront to grab some chow at Joe’s Crab Shack. I thought it was great that the city set it up for boaters to do that, and I’m told ten years or so ago it wouldn’t have been possible.
At Joe’s, I learned to eat crab. Sawing open the legs to find the meat reaffirmed my position that there’s something unholy about crawly sea creatures, but I have to admit, they do taste pretty goddamn good (especially with a mojito on the side).
Then it was back on the river where we waited for Blue Oyster Cult to take the stage at Riverfront Park during a big bike event that was going on. We may not have been able to see the band, but we could hear them easily. A comfortable seat on the river with a cooler by your side beats the hell out of fighting through a crowd and having to stand around on concrete and asphalt, too.
So let’s review the day: karate class, boat ride, crab, Blue Oyster Cult, and great company. My only regret is I had no cigars to bring along, something I promised my friends I’d rectify next time. Given all that, would you stay home and write?
I didn’t think so.