I went to a straight-up biker bar last night in Maine. I wish I was kidding...

I also wish I would have known to wear some leather. There was a live band, motorcycles on the ceiling, bras on the rafters and the BEST people watching ever. I got a little drunk and decided to cut it up on the dance floor. The singer in the band then announced (to the ENTIRE bar) "this girl is so cute with her little white dress!! TOO BAD YOU'RE AT A BIKER BAR HONEY!!!" It was fabulous.

After that experience, I went back to Lucas's house and we walked over to Andrew's. The late 20-something crew was in town so we raged with them a bit. It gives me hope that they still play flip-cup! Since my dad decided to be completely inconvienent by taking ONE car and leaving me in Maine, I had to bum a ride home to Boston from Deano in the morning.

This is Maine's idea of that claw game with stuffed animals. Hilarious right?

Since I don't have much going on with my life, I plan on spending much more time up north. It will definately make for good blogging, that's fo sho!


VrrrooOOommm not sorry biker dudes,


meggles!