Weekend number 2 of No Plans is over, and I couldn’t be gladder. I’m sure there’s a lot to be said for doing absolutely nothing – some find it relaxing, I’m told – but damn. To fill the hours and hours of nothing, I ran an experiment – how long could I go without a shower?! As it turns out, not long at all. By the 24th hour I was starting to feel the creeping itch of the unclean, but by then the apathy had set in and I was unable to muster the enthusiasm needed to go through the whole act of getting clean. Sunday was more of the same, with a lot of sleep on top for good measure. My sinuses were acting up so I liberally doused myself with Benedryl – sure, I could breathe, but I was also unconscious for most of the day. Sleepy times. Boring, sleepy, uninteresting times.

This week there are Plans. I know it annoys my friends that I always seem to have Plans, but the alternative is that we all sit around doing nothing for weeks on end. At the end of the day, I’d much rather be able to look back and be satisfied that I went out and experienced things instead of being unable to account for entire days. Plans are not always bad. Plans can be chockfull of fun and corn dogs! Among this week’s plans: a photo walk, the PNE, and maybe – hopefully – please god – Ed’s scooter.

This year has been a good one for scooters. I upgraded to Oscar, and Sally went to a friend. From there, it spread like wildfire and now we are a roving gang of 5 bad-ass scooter riders. It is fun and super. However, there are 6 of us .. and the only one without a scooter is ED.

Truthfully, it’s only sort of his fault. He put his deposit down on a scooter in July, long before Miranda and Shan had their rides. However, Ed is some sort of Fancy Pants who HAD to have a custom-built, pre-tricked out scooter. He’s getting a Honda Dio (2-stroke, because he hates the environment) made for him with racing parts and a paint job to match the Mazdabator. It will be very cool and awesome and good times, but holy shit it’s taken FOREVER to be ready. In fact, the scooter he gets this week will not be the complete deal – he had to whine, cajole and beg Wayne to cough up a scooter with stock parts so he can ride while there’s still a bit of summer to enjoy. When his racing parts come some time in September, the Dio will go into the shop for some additional souping.

It sucks ass that Ed does not have a scooter yet. I feel really lousy leaving him behind when we go on rides, and it seems like an absurd bit of overkill when we go out with 5 scooters and a car – but what else can be done? With scooter number 6, we will finally be a force to be reckoned with. I can’t wait – I’m probably more excited for him to have his scooter than he is. Scooter for Ed! Scooters for EVERYONE!

Now we just need a threatening name and gang sign, and we’ll be set.