Where it all began
Back in the early fall, my milk crate began receiving some bizarre gifts. After weeks of being stuffed with nothing more than the banal waste of passing strangers (in the form of empty pop cans and crumpled fast food wrappers), a styrofoam take-out container appeared one evening. In it was a rather large piece of half-eaten cake. Chocolate with whipped vanilla icing. (This happened suspiciously close to my own birthday, but I refrained from indulging. If somebody had wanted to leave me a piece of birthday cake, the doorstep would have been a more logical place to put it. And if it was intended as a gift, it probably wouldn't have been half-eaten.)Not long after this, on the morning of September 28, 2005, I arrived at my bike only to find an empty bottle of Dom Perignon in the milk crate. The bottle was accompanied by the gold-embossed forest green box it came in and a promotional booklet about 1996, which was apparently the "year of light" for our friends at the French vineyard.
The cork was in there too. The milk crate and bicycle must have had quite the night. Unfortunately I didn't think to take a photo of the post-party mess.
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