Monday, March 22, 2010
Last weekend, DH and I spent 5 hours in a biker bar, listening to our son's band play. Oh, the things parents do to support their "kids." And now I'm wishing there was such a thing as a nose dush to get rid of the constant smoke-smell lingering in my nose.
As the band set up, we went into a side room to claim a table. While there, about 20 bikers piled in. The women started gathering for a photo. Their backs were to us. I thought it would be funny to sneak in and put my face between the ones in the back row. The men were laughing and taking photos. Only a couple of them seemed to notice I was there, and seemed to think it was funny, too. When they were done, I slipped back to our table where I was told "the rest of the story."
What I couldn't see from my angle -- my eyes were on the cameras, mind you -- the women were "flashing" the men.
I really should try to mind my own business. So now, somewhere out there, there are photos of me grinning away behind a group of biker babes. Have I learned my lesson? Will I ever do anything like this again?
Wait. Um... no. I mean, if you ever come across such a photo, it wasn't me... um... yeah. I just made this all up. The photo will have to be dubbed. Yeah. That's it. (yeesh!)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
I love the rustic north. People there simply tell things like they are.
My favorite road sign is "Do not pass when traffic is in opposing lanes." Wonder who in the world did something stupid to have THOSE multiple signs over the north?
My favorite billboard sign is near Traverse City, in Michigan's "pinky." It advertizes a mental care facility for (elderly) men: "Like deer camp, only tidier."
Yeah for the Michigan wilds.