So The McLandsborough and I had some bonding time the other weekend with his dad and dad's girlfriend.
I'm beginning to understand unconventional families, moms without dads and dads with girlfriends and how one can have a mom mom and another mom who's called by her given name even by a young child. I can just get my head around remarriage-spouses and exes and girlfriends all mingling in the same room during family reunions. So, hanging with Jme's dad and dad's live-in girlfriend? OK.
But the part that flabbergasted me was the part where I end up at a biker bar. 'Cause if you know me, you know I have never been within 2 blocks of such an establishment. And the surprising part right before that is the part where I'm riding bitch on a big 'ol Triumph as part of a trio of bikes (which The McLandsborough's dad and his dad's girlfriend BOTH have). And by the way that's what it's called, me riding behind Jme as I do.
You're turning me into that girl, I said to Jme. Which made him snicker, and look not at all penitent.
I'm going to tell. I'm going to tell that you're taking a very sweet and good girl to unruly, dangerous establishments.
"Most of the people around us were off-duty cops*, Skye," Jme said, handing me my black leather jacket and gloves. "And we were all pretty much having lunch, which isn't very dangerous. And who would you tell?"
I backed up a bit to the edge of the parking lot, pulled out my camera and said,
"I'm telling EVERYONE. Say hello to the Internets, villain."
*There's a patch/ icon on their jackets or motorcycles that told him this - it's a picture of a pig. *snort*