I was tired of doing nothing, or even doing something by myself. John stayed home a few minutes later before heading to work so we could hang out for 15 minutes or so, but that wasn't enough.
My friend- good acquaintance Shari, a mere kid at 25, bartends down the street at my favorite "biker" bar. Sure, there's a lot of ink invthat place. Shari is nearly covered head to toe with giant, scenic and symbolic tats. But anyone who ever walked by the serenader before it became heart and dagger will agree it's a perfectly safe place to hang put.
I hopped on my trusty Giant, and whizzrd down. Shari greeted me warmly and hooked me up with a tea infused vodka- delicious. She also introduced me to her friend Gina, so I was set. Well, one drink led to another and the next thing I knew I was riding seven long blocks home a tad tipsy.
The riding part was fine, the dismount-not so much...
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