I am hanging my head in shame. I built you up, Buttercup, just to let you down. I really need to learn to keep my big mouth shut.
Last night while getting ready to go out, I posted here about going to bike night and promised great blog fodder. I’ve been a reluctant biker chick for over 3 years now and I’ve never been to a Bike Night event that wasn’t at the very least interesting. You combine bikers, bikes, alcohol, music and contests and there is always something to entertain.
Until last night. We went to a Bike Night that we have never attended before. There weren’t many bikes or bikers there upon our arrival. I was starving and insisted that we eat NOW. I’m a very cranky SMB when I’m hungry.
The pub grub I spoke of was mediocre at best. And I was starving so my standards were lowered quite a bit. We did enjoy very yummy angus sliders for an appetizer. The rest wasn’t worth telling.
By the time we finished eating, all the bikes were gone. Really! What kind of bikers were these that can’t stay out past 9:30! Even I can do that and I’m a very lame biker chick.
MHS said that we got there too late because I was blogging in the bathroom while putting on my makeup. Seriously, read the last post……..it took all of 2 minutes to write that piece of literary genius. Pffftt! I’m tellin ya. The night was lame all night. I don’t think we missed a thing. I didn’t even see one drunk biker chick. No games, no fancy bikes to wow the crowd.
I’m hanging my head in shame. I let you down. I didn’t come thru. To top it all off, I ended up leaving my camera on the kitchen counter so all I had was my camera on my phone which isn’t bad in good lighting but it was night and as you can see…..not so great.
The Biker Nazi sporting his new paint job. See the empty parking lot beyond the little tree. No bikes. Gone. Every.single.one.