Tonight’s ride took me flying down the hill with S. to meet V. for a night with David Sedaris at Meyerhoff Symphony Hall. The place was crowded with the adult children of Baltimore Symphony Orchestra crowd, and I scanned the place for familiar faces as we climbed the stairs to our seats in the sky, expecting to see all my colleagues from work or folks who share my coffee shops, but it was just an undulating mass. Sedaris read, I laughed, at times so hard I wasn’t breathing, other times just to play along, and then it was time to head back down the endless stairs. I snapped this picture of the swarm, and was grateful my companions wanted to eschew the book signing line. We shared a drink and then it was pedal, pedal, pedal, back up the hill. The night would have been so much more stressful if I’d had to figure out where to put my car. Now, if we can just get the place to put in some bike racks.