What a fucking weekend!
I've never met a bunch of guys who can throw back beer the way these bike club guys can!
Headed out to San Antonio with my man and another couple Saturday. We hauled ass and got there around 3pm or so and immediately started drinking.
The country out there was beautiful...made only more beautiful by the site of so many harleys roaring up this back country road.
Soon we got all fancied up in our party duds and headed over to dinner. The conference room was a sea of red and black...their club colors.
I spent a lot of time fending for myself, seeing as the man had to go and be social with his people. But that's cool. I knew a couple of people there and don't mind introducing myself to people I don't know.
Unfortunately, the man's ex-girlfriend was there and was starting trouble.
She was telling the girls I was hanging out with to be mean to me...and eventually cornered the man and was giving him shit about me. I saw them talking and he looked pretty upset. But I left him to himself to take care of his own business. I should mention here that SHE dumped HIM and is now dating someone new...so why she felt she had the right to start shit is beyond me. She's also just a little girl...a mere 23 to his 32. So I shouldn't really be surprised by her immature bullshit...anyway, on with the story...
He soon came and got me and we went back to our hotel room. He told me he was gonna go find his friend and seemed to be gone forever...
Now, here's something you don't want to do...get me full of whiskey and then leave me with my thoughts. The longer I sat there the angrier I got. So...I decided to go find my girls and have them 'talk me down' from kicking this little girls ass all over the place. Her dad is a member of the club and seriously, there would have been big trouble if we'd thrown down. I totally behaved myself...didn't even give her a dirty look as I passed her on my way back into the conference room. Spoke to my girls and everything was pretty much alright...except that the top broke off my flask and I decided it was a good idea to just finish it then, rather than risk losing any of the whiskey in it.
Eventually the man found me and after some more dancing and socializing we all went back to the room. Where madness ensued...and no, not the kind of madness you're thinking about.
Apparently i was still pretty wound up over this girl making my man upset...and at some point while play fighting with the guy we were sharing our room with...I went a little mental and ended up beating HIS ass instead of hers.
Then...I promptly passed the fuck out.
Woke up the next morning and popped another beer. It was about this time I realized that I broke my toe the night before.
At some point everyone else started waking up and we all began drinking again. It was agreed that it was better for me to beat this dude up than to beat that stupid little girl and he was a really good sport about it.
We ended up drinking away most of the afternoon just sitting in the parking lot which was probably more fun that the whole party the night before. The girls gave me their stamp of approval, which apparently is really important when it comes to a tight knit bunch of club guys like this.
We stopped for mexican food and more drinks and eventually headed home.
Me and the man dropped off the other couple and headed to the bar...where we threw it down Tejano style...the place was pretty empty except for a couple of us hard core party people and we ran the place ourselves.
Eventually me and the man made it back to my house for waffles and crashed.
Needless to say...I think my liver hates me.
I've never met a bunch of guys who can throw back beer the way these bike club guys can!
Headed out to San Antonio with my man and another couple Saturday. We hauled ass and got there around 3pm or so and immediately started drinking.
The country out there was beautiful...made only more beautiful by the site of so many harleys roaring up this back country road.
Soon we got all fancied up in our party duds and headed over to dinner. The conference room was a sea of red and black...their club colors.
I spent a lot of time fending for myself, seeing as the man had to go and be social with his people. But that's cool. I knew a couple of people there and don't mind introducing myself to people I don't know.
Unfortunately, the man's ex-girlfriend was there and was starting trouble.
She was telling the girls I was hanging out with to be mean to me...and eventually cornered the man and was giving him shit about me. I saw them talking and he looked pretty upset. But I left him to himself to take care of his own business. I should mention here that SHE dumped HIM and is now dating someone new...so why she felt she had the right to start shit is beyond me. She's also just a little girl...a mere 23 to his 32. So I shouldn't really be surprised by her immature bullshit...anyway, on with the story...
He soon came and got me and we went back to our hotel room. He told me he was gonna go find his friend and seemed to be gone forever...
Now, here's something you don't want to do...get me full of whiskey and then leave me with my thoughts. The longer I sat there the angrier I got. So...I decided to go find my girls and have them 'talk me down' from kicking this little girls ass all over the place. Her dad is a member of the club and seriously, there would have been big trouble if we'd thrown down. I totally behaved myself...didn't even give her a dirty look as I passed her on my way back into the conference room. Spoke to my girls and everything was pretty much alright...except that the top broke off my flask and I decided it was a good idea to just finish it then, rather than risk losing any of the whiskey in it.
Eventually the man found me and after some more dancing and socializing we all went back to the room. Where madness ensued...and no, not the kind of madness you're thinking about.
Apparently i was still pretty wound up over this girl making my man upset...and at some point while play fighting with the guy we were sharing our room with...I went a little mental and ended up beating HIS ass instead of hers.
Then...I promptly passed the fuck out.
Woke up the next morning and popped another beer. It was about this time I realized that I broke my toe the night before.
At some point everyone else started waking up and we all began drinking again. It was agreed that it was better for me to beat this dude up than to beat that stupid little girl and he was a really good sport about it.
We ended up drinking away most of the afternoon just sitting in the parking lot which was probably more fun that the whole party the night before. The girls gave me their stamp of approval, which apparently is really important when it comes to a tight knit bunch of club guys like this.
We stopped for mexican food and more drinks and eventually headed home.
Me and the man dropped off the other couple and headed to the bar...where we threw it down Tejano style...the place was pretty empty except for a couple of us hard core party people and we ran the place ourselves.
Eventually me and the man made it back to my house for waffles and crashed.
Needless to say...I think my liver hates me.
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We don't have time for little girls! We got beers to drink and asses to kick! And I'm a-runnin' out of beer!