And I'm not so sure I want to.
Well....it was inevitable. Our first "bike night"...at HOOTERS. Nice. Easily 150 bikes there at any one time. If 6 would pull out, 6 more would pull in to replace them. The place was a madhouse. And not just in your typical "busy" type of madhouse...but maaaaaaadhouse. I've never seen so much leather in my life. (no comments about S&M conferences, please...)
I consider myself someone who can fit into any setting. As Julie likes to say...I have friends before other people have seats. But this...this place...no way. Not in this sausage fest. Which is basically what it was, with the occasional side of silicone.
In my jeans and my black T - I was the most overdressed woman in the place. Well, maybe there were a couple of older women like me who were dressed a little more conservatively...so maybe like 3 of us weren't showing as much skin as Maxim magazine. But these other hoochies...YOWZA. The Hooters girls looked overdressed...so you know it was bad.
First, I know I don't know all of the biker rules...but who rides in flip-flops? I am a lover of the flip-flop from waaaaaaaay back. Ain't no way.
Second, who rides in a micro mini? Maybe my friend bikerguy...hehe (I'd love a spoof photo of THAT)...I wouldn't even know how to SIT in one of those things, let alone SIT on a BIKE.
Third, when did the "heroin-chic" look come back in as far as eye makeup? I didn't get that memo.
Fourth, do I need a boob job to be a biker babe? Saline and silicone as far as the eye can see.
Fifth, to the guys who were there after their golf outing...and I know they are not reading this, so this is really for my own benefit. SHUT UP. Especially you, Mr. Loud-Talker-please-everyone-in-Hooters-look-at-me. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Even your friends have stopped talking to you. You're annoying. And I know from annoying. For those of you who know Kev-head's friend Danny - his voice was like that...and his laugh twice as loud if you can believe it. And everything he said he said for the benefit of everyone in the place. Shut up.
There were a lot of gorgeous bikes out there, though. I told Kevin I don't ever have to go there again. Been there, done that, over it. Maybe a good bike show with more of a mixed crowd where people actually, I don't know, wear clothes. And I can shop. ;)
Kevin's off on his fishing trip in Lake Erie.
Everyone have a great weekend!
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I'll answer your blog. I love your blog! Those silicone babes are just jealous. You don't have to use silicone and you don't have to flaunt it unless you want to. Ms. Silicones must feel pretty insecure to have to practically be nude for others to notice. Yours are real, baby, real! Theirs are just man-made. Take that any way you like.
I recently visited my sister in Scottsdale, Ariz., and she pretty much hijacked me from bed one morning and dragged me to her Gold's Gym for a "little workout." There were so many fake boobies in that joint that it was creepy. There was me and my sister, hanging and swaying in the breeze, then there was every-other-woman-in-Scottsdale, jogging on treadmills and their boobies were eerily still. Freakishly so.
It's just not natural. And neither is going to Hooters. I'd opt out too if I were you.
OMG - usually I don't mind Hooters. I mean, it's not somewhere I usually choose to go...being that I can't get a decent glass of wine or a martini...but if Kev-head is there after work with some friends I'll stop in, have a beer or two and head out. I'm confident enough in myself and my appearance and whatever that the girls in the shorty shorts and tanks don't offend me. They're just making a living. Whatever.
But last night? Last night was so bizarre. The crowd was definitely different. It was everything stereotypical about bikers that you can think of.
Yeah, I'm out.
Fake boobies, hummmm
Asked for them, got rejected
Life with nipples and a titanium box isn't that the hottest trend HA
What an interesting subculture for your involvement Reb.
I always wondered about hygeine with the biker crowd, maybe you got close enough to provide me with some feedback:)
Refering to men's poor coping and Mars/Venus ---loathe John Gray, "requesting elimination of his reference from now on ..officer"
Props to the men - my husband came home early, pulled weeds, mulched, showered, new haircut, picked up the son, prepared dinner...wow
I hope to give him props tonight:)
Speaking of Cocks...
Excited the Rooster moved - any lessening in volume of crowing or do you need 20 more acres to provide relief?
Friday nights seems to be my response time, sorry its a bit off Reb, but I'm still here
Well out to play with the lad 30 minutes before bath/bed time
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