So, we’re down there playing some tunes when suddenly this flock/group/head/herd of bikers came ridin’ by on their hogs. (Some also had motorcycles too) They found an empty parking space which was unfortunately right behind us. So, it took them a few minutes to park. How long does it take to park a motorbike anyway? They weren’t even parallel parking. Put me in a car, I’m parked in two seconds (and I don’t even have a license!). Not only that, as they were parking, they had there radios blazing. You know, I never knew how or even if a biker listened to or had a stereo on his/her hog. Well, I guess I know now. So, after smelling some lovely fumes while they backed-up, we got back to playing.

In about 45 minutes, they came back with their ice creams, lowered themselves back on their rides and puttered off.

Every year, there is a Heck’s Angels (if you know what I mean) convention at the Brookdale Lodge. That’s possibly where they were going after a quick stop to get some groceries in town.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to dance (Well, reluctantly at least). Before today, I had one other introduction into dancing, African dancing. Pa encouraged both Luke and I to go. He said that it would help us “loosen” up. Well, First going in, I could see that 90% of the people there were ladies and the other 10% were a little. . . not that there’s anything wrong with that. Aside from that, they were all “peace-y.” Now, I like my peace as much as everybody else, but when the dance teacher explained a dance move to the class by saying, “imagine you are pulling back an arrow. . . an arrow of love.” I groaned. Who am I, Cupid?! As you can see, it wasn’t a good start.

Being that I had some mental rigor-mortis happenin’ there, it didn’t help that the dancing was extremly intriquite and technical. What was worse than that was it costed fifteen bucks! So, that was my first dance class. It probably would’ve gone a lot better if I had thrown back a couple o’ shots of Cazadores to loosen up.

1) You can only dance with women. I mean I like the ladies as much as the next gal but what’s wrong with dancing with men?!? I mean, during the spin/twirl thing, I accidentally almost untied my partners dress with my thumb (where are you supposed to grab to hold on anyway?). I mean, you wouldn’t accidentally untie a man’s dress, right? (and if there were men with dresses, I sure wouldn’t be dancing with ‘em)

2) At this dance there were fewer women than men so I only got to dance one out of three dances. Luke managed to get in the first dance, I jumped in the second, and neither of us got in the third.

Rules, rules, rules. Why does everything need rules!?

So, after too much waiting, I left when Luke went to the can.