Rhetorical question… If you don’t really work during the week, do you still observe weekend festivities? Boy, that’s deep. Currently we vote “yes.” Probably just a force of habit, but I really look forward to the weekend and being able to relax. As opposed to, say, a regular ol’ weekday and being able to relax. Like I said, probably force of habit, because it doesn’t really make any sense. For the time being, I shall continue with my regularly scheduled habits though.
We kicked things off with our regular “social time” at Bones Roadhouse on Friday. As per my regular ritual, I invited some people, none of them showed up, and I enjoyed myself anyway. In a bit of a twist on the usual events though, our favorite waitress did a “gender reveal” for her soon-to-be little ‘un as soon as her shift was over. It really added to the festivities of the day! I’d never seen one of these “reveals,” and it was good fun. They’d taken a video of the actual reveal at home, and they put it on the TV’s for everybody to watch. The California-approved fire-safe (i.e. “lame”) pyrotechnics turned out blue, it’s a boy! For the record, as is always the case, I put my money on the “girl” bet, further improving my gambling record to 0-for-everything.
Saturday turned out to be a fun day. The wife got up at a reasonably early hour and declared she wanted to go on a group motorcycle ride we’d seen a flyer for a few days before. Despite a little skepticism, it was pretty hard to say no to this suggestion. I’d just washed my motorcycle the day before, the weather had dropped 20 degrees from the previous week, and we honestly had nothing better to do. We gassed up the ride and headed over to the starting area, which was a nice short ride from our house. I was pretty nervous about riding in a huge group, it’s just not something I’ve done before. (OK, once, back in KC.) My anxiety was further escalated when they gave us a ride map, and I saw the first stretch was up highway 193 to Georgetown. The only other time I’ve ridden that road was just over two years ago, when we went up to Uncle Tom’s Cabin. After that trip I made a solemn vow to never travel that stretch of road again, and I honestly almost hopped right back on the bike and went home. I was able to come down off the ledge when I noticed that there were only about two dozen bikes there, so not really that huge of a group, and I was given assurances that they were all very safe riders. Given the way I’ve seen people ride around here, I took that promise with a large grain of salt, but agreed to give it a go. Everything turned out fine, with the exception that I still abhor that stretch of wicked switchbacks. Everybody was, indeed, very accommodating and easy to ride with. Turned out to be a fun time. Donette was advocating for me to join their club, but I’m holding off on that for the time being. Great bunch of guys and I had a lot of fun, but you know, “motorcycle gang” just has a negative connotation to it. While it might improve my street cred at the aforementioned Bones, (big biker hang out that it is,) that would instantly be erased by the fact that I was the single rider in the entire group on a non-American motorcycle. While everybody was courteous enough to not make fun of me (to my face,) I was still rather self-conscious of the situation.
Sunday we were a bit worn out from our big outing the day before, so we took it easy. Hit the grocery store for the upcoming week, enjoyed lunch at Geartooth BBQ, and headed back home for the (horrible, awful, pathetic) Royals game. In a somewhat tragic turn of events, we were shocked to discover that Geartooth has removed jalapeno poppers from their menu. You might think that statement a bit overly dramatic, but they happened to be the best jalapeno poppers in the universe. Bold claim, but arguably true. Heck, it’s not even arguable, it’s fact. I really look forward to them when we go there. While I do not normally voice my input to restaurant owners, even regarding their BBQ, I made sure they were aware of my extreme displeasure. They were kind enough to acknowledge my concerns by announcing their extreme indifference. Hmmph. Something about they were too labor intensive, and didn’t always sell out so they had to throw a few away. They were not even swayed by my generous offer to drive over and take the extras off their hands. I don’t know, it just seems like they could have contacted me before making such a radical decision. They will NOT be getting any more of my business in the near future. (As in, probably before next weekend…)
