What a wonderful weekend...
Actually I don't mean that to sound overly sarchastic (partially is ok though). Friday was fine, Saturday was awesome (we went to a bar that does Karaoke and we drank and sang all night). There was this old man there that was dancing to every single song (and I think it was an attempt at the robot, though in need of that oil can from the wizard of Oz) He was there with his daughter who at first my friend Dave was sure she came from another country because she had a "thick accent". To me she sounded like a not-nearly-as-high-pitched version of that lady who played in the nanny (whatever that show was on TV years back). Anyways we talked to them most of the night and they were quite awesome people as it turns out. He is a war vet many times over and had fun taking my friend Rayray up on the dance floor and making her blush something fierce. So i made a point to sing lots of slow songs so she would get to dance as much as possible
(I'm such a meanie) I probably would have let it slide except we were talking about songs I was going to sing when she mentioned i couldn't sing slow songs becuase her BF is such an ass and didn't want to come and she wouldn't have a dance partner... I showed her... anyways before my weekend sounds too awesome, sunday things fell apart....
Sunday - a quick review
1. had to drive to my Parent's house to drop off some paperwork required to get a new lease, it was a beautiful day so I took my motorcycle - duh
2. parent's mysteriously were not home... so i left a note saying I was in town and would look for them at the usual places
3. found dad out on a joyride on his harley - yay for an excuse to ride nowhere for the next several hours untill the harley dealership opened and he had to put his bike in for maintenance.
4. rode home with dad on my bike
5. smelled gas
6. discovered that my 4 week old bike is leaking gas faster than hell
7. had to drive said leaky bike 18 miles to the dealership... worried about it exploding under me the whole way...
gotta love life's little twists and turns. anyways I typed way the hell too much today...
Actually I don't mean that to sound overly sarchastic (partially is ok though). Friday was fine, Saturday was awesome (we went to a bar that does Karaoke and we drank and sang all night). There was this old man there that was dancing to every single song (and I think it was an attempt at the robot, though in need of that oil can from the wizard of Oz) He was there with his daughter who at first my friend Dave was sure she came from another country because she had a "thick accent". To me she sounded like a not-nearly-as-high-pitched version of that lady who played in the nanny (whatever that show was on TV years back). Anyways we talked to them most of the night and they were quite awesome people as it turns out. He is a war vet many times over and had fun taking my friend Rayray up on the dance floor and making her blush something fierce. So i made a point to sing lots of slow songs so she would get to dance as much as possible
(I'm such a meanie) I probably would have let it slide except we were talking about songs I was going to sing when she mentioned i couldn't sing slow songs becuase her BF is such an ass and didn't want to come and she wouldn't have a dance partner... I showed her... anyways before my weekend sounds too awesome, sunday things fell apart....
Sunday - a quick review
1. had to drive to my Parent's house to drop off some paperwork required to get a new lease, it was a beautiful day so I took my motorcycle - duh
2. parent's mysteriously were not home... so i left a note saying I was in town and would look for them at the usual places
3. found dad out on a joyride on his harley - yay for an excuse to ride nowhere for the next several hours untill the harley dealership opened and he had to put his bike in for maintenance.
4. rode home with dad on my bike
5. smelled gas
6. discovered that my 4 week old bike is leaking gas faster than hell
7. had to drive said leaky bike 18 miles to the dealership... worried about it exploding under me the whole way...
gotta love life's little twists and turns. anyways I typed way the hell too much today...
never have...
how sad eh?