Bikes were ridden, drinks were drank, a little token blood was spilled, drag queens were befriended, and things were seen that can never be unseen. My “team” even managed to check a few things off our scavenger-hunt list before we pretty much forgot about it until we left the final bar and rolled back to the burn barrel long after everyone else was well into the beer.
And then things got a little weird.
I’ve got the photos to prove it, but you’re just gonna have to trust me on this.
attacked by a viscious dog is no laughing matter.
Even if it was a standard poodle.
Those bastards are huge.
Thank you Rio, for organizing the antics , and Debbie, for being there in spirit. Your spirit is enormous, and gave many people a lot of pleasure in a single night.