LAMENESS ABOUNDS

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 telling a tall tale.

The Biker Nazi sporting his new paint job. See the empty parking lot beyond the little tree. No bikes. Gone. Every.single.one.

IF IT'S THURSDAY, IT MUST BE BIKE NIGHT

The Biker Nazi is back in town. It's Thursday night and Bike Night at a local sports bar. The Biker Nazi is buying me some pub grub. Oh and before you get any ideas, My Harley Stud is coming too. I'm sure the BN will do something blogworthy. If not, I'll make something up. I'm armed with my camera and maybe I'll even run into my old friend, Truman.

Stay tuned. The fun's about to begin.

BIKE NIGHT

Last night I met My Harley Stud at BIKE NIGHT at a local sports bar across from the stadium. It was a great way to kick off my weekend. It's been a hectic but productive couple of weeks at work and since I only work half day and from home on Fridays I like to think of Thur. night as my Friday. Instead of boring you with all the hohum details of the evening, I will point out the highlights.

• The food was surprisingly good. (We've been there before and I've never been impressed.)
• I became the new best friend of a drunk biker chick in the ladies room. You tell me: We must be BFFs if we are so intimate that she felt the need to share her life story while I did my business, right?
• Our server was a Noob and defined the word SLOW. MHS was not amused. I was.
• I was stepped on by another server on my trip back to our table from the ladies' room. I stood there for an awkward moment holding onto his arm while he apologized. I continued to grip his arm for what seemed like an hour but was really only "10" minutes. He just stood there looking at me and waiting for me to move on. I finally realized that he was clueless and explained that I could neither let go of his arm nor move on because he was still standing on my foot.
• There was glitch with the credit card processing during our transaction that kept the entire restaurant waiting while our payment details traveled around the world a few times. We eventually left without completing the payment process with the agreement to return later. We strolled thru bike night and all the festivities and as promised returned later to settle our bill. I convinced MHS to be more generous with his tip than he wanted to be. He was still unamused. I on the other hand was just happy to not be at work. I was also very impressed that they allowed us to leave and believed that we would come back. Good for them.
  
• And then I made a new friend, Truman:

Truman rides around in this sidecar with his owner and has since he was just a pup.

Truman is very safety conscious and always wears his goggles.

He's even been to Sturgis, SD: A world famous bike week that completely takes over the small town. (Too many bikes for this sissy but Truman loved it.)



Have a great weekend, everyone!