rebel

Near the beginning of the night, I shook hands with someone whom I swore didn't have a thumb. .o_o Later I learned she did, in fact, possess the opposable digit, so really I must've just gripped her hand oddly.

Then I found myself actually thinking "I could fill that shirt out better..."

I spent the evening surrounded by drunk biker men, several of which I had to wonder "....is he hitting on me?" One of them I know for sure was hitting on me - he asked several times if I had a boyfriend and why didn't I, since I was so cute. .>_> The last time he asked (having obviously forgotten about the two other times he inquired), he suddenly tacked on "unless you're a lesbian." I laughed and nodded, because really it's so much easier just letting them think that they don't stand a chance (which he didn't, really..) than to explain....me.

I was only groped once though, by a chick trying to convince me I needed to enter the titty contest. I didn't, because I like to think I have some class, and I also didn't watch, because I...well, I was busy thinking about someone something far more important.

The band was too loud.

( And then the more important thing of occurrence. )

All-in-all, it was a pretty fun shindig. I mean...I'd still prefer to sit at Starbucks and have quiet, intellectual conversation with two or three close friends any day, but a wild biker-gang clubhouse bash every now and then isn't bad either.

But I think I'll wait until it's warmer out before I go to another. It's hard to get a "fresh of breath air," away from a room of 200 smoking bikers, when said fresh air is 10 degrees and freezes one's lungs upon inhalation.