Est. May 1, 2013, (officially) Carlos and I became big city kids. We moved right smack dab in the middle of MKE, 5 blocks to the lake, 7 blocks to the third ward and maybe 15 blocks to Brady Street. We’ve been enjoying getting to know the new neighborhood all summer long in between the oodles and gobbs of weddings we’ve either celebrated at bachelor/bachelorette/shower parties, been the bride & groom ourselves, attended as guests or stood up in.
But, this weekend we are free! And, it is Harley Davidson’s 110th anni…aka hubby’s inner history freak has been DYING to strut his stuff all week long.
Normally his painful attempts at making me appreciate history are completely protested and generally ignored. But this not this time friends! No way Jose! I’m hoppin’ on board that HOG train with him!
We do live in Milwaukee, home of the Harley for pete’s sake! And
we Carlos just wants to be part of history!
Also it should be noted that if I could zippity do da around town on this little pink number, I could easily be convinced that I too should become a biker! For realzzz
Plus, I really need to use some of my new biker lingo! The heat ain’t got nuttin’ on us newbies!
So tonight – We paint the town orange and black
in leather pants, bandanas and aviators.
OOooooo we need vests!!! And fringe!!!
If you find me somewhere on Brady Street this weekend all temp. tatted up, just wave and say “Hey ‘Honey Pie of the Cracked Craniums MC’! (that’s my biker name. No, I did
not take a biker name generator quiz on the interwebzzz.) I see you girl and you lookin’ gooood!”…. unless I’m on the back of a bike with someone named “Bone Crushin’ Tubby”, then please call for help immediately!