I got up this morning with the day off and no plans, so when J. tweeted to see if anybody wanted to join her at the City Council meeting, I was in. I took the Surly and pedaled downtown for what turned out to be several hours of parliamentary procedure and such highlights as Councilmember Midura reading the menu of a new restaurant in her district into the record (I’m not really feeling the turtle panini, personally) and Councilmember Head‘s insistence that restaurant Il Posto is “the best thing that’s happened in my neighborhood in a long time.” When Head complained that too much money was being spent on bike lanes and not enough on roads, I knew it was time to get out of there. Watching our local government in action is scary. For example, the Council voted against the City Planning Commission‘s ruling that a church should not be built in a residential neighborhood based on Councilmember Hedge-Morrell‘s insistence that she’d talked to the leaders of the church and “had a good feeling about them.” This is how we make zoning decisions in this place? It’s embarrassing. Bring on the Master Plan, ill-named as it is. So when Barbara called to see what I was doing tonight and if I wanted to get a drink, I was more than up for it. We met at the Saint, where I took this picture of a young hipster getting a drink at this hipster bar. I remember stopping at this fine drinking establishment on a night when Jackie Clarkson was having a campaign event here. Now that was weird. And Stacy? The problem really isn’t that we have too many bike lanes.