I was expecting a stereotypical biker party, replete with insane amounts of beer, rowdy rednecks screaming for us to play some Skynyrd, and a giant pig on a spit. Apparently the Cretins didn't get the memo. This was a very family friendly gathering with the most lucid and mellow bikers I've ever seen. The Cretins pleasantly shattered the stereotype with their hospitality and genuinely affable demeanor.
Also attending were our home girls, affectionately known as the Easy Bake Coven. This time they were bedecked in pink and black, looking not unlike the Pink Ladies in "Grease" - only way tougher. My buddy Atilla and his brother Steve were there as well. Steve was wearing a Slayer concert shirt, which I noticed had a tour date in my home town of Old Bridge, NJ. I always tell people that my hometown was so into metal in the early 80s that you could literally get the snot beat out of you for listening to, say U2, but no one ever believes me. I showed the guys the shirt, with my little hometown tucked neatly between Philadelphia, Toronto, Washington, DC, and other major cities on the tour. I think they believe me now...
So I pounded my second Red Bull of the half hour, grabbed a cold PBR, and we climbed onto the tiny stage. For the second night in a row, I had to watch my ass, lest it end up in Hoagie's lap. Our set went way better than at Chop Suey. Afterward, I actually felt refreshed, and was ready to party. Apparently, so was Hoagie.
After the set, Hoagie threw back a few vodka drinks and was off to the races. Between kissing everyone in sight (including me), laughing like a psychotic monkey, and ramming his head into Dawn's spiked gauntlet, he decided we should all go back to his house to continue the revelry. On the way over, I (along with Dan and Marci) stopped at McDonald's. We brought Hoagie some fries, which he used to sop vodka off the floor before eating them. About ten minutes later, a couple a gals we know stopped over, and dragged Hoagie out for dinner and mayhem. He left us to lock up. So basically he had us come over, then left, giggling all the way.
Wounded, but basically unharmed, I made my way back home and dropped like a rock. Thank you - goodnight!