Meibe for Sun. I'd like to go for a short bike ride while taking a break from cross-stitching.
Here is a name story. When Factor4 hooked Mr Mud and I up to climb together, I had met both at least a couple of time beforehand. However, Factor4 convinced Mr Mud that my name was "Me". So, I didn't hear Mr Mud call my name at all throughout the entire weekend we climbed together. All those "Climbing, Erik." and "You are on belay, Erik." calls went one way. On our way back to the bay area, we stopped at the Taqueria in Oakdale and ended up chatting with a stranger who spent a couple weeks in the Sierra observing flowers. We introduced ourselves. Back in the car, he mumbled "oh, so your name is not Me."
-Me
