Stone Hands (center, with the open collared shirt and delightfully perplexed look on his face) is getting married on Sunday. To celebrate, he called out The Bike Gang. It was a glorious, glorious night, a once-in-a-month kind of celebration.* Bike ganging is quite simple. The pieces for last night's extravaganza:
1. a bicycle
2. "improper wedding attire"
3. fortitude and will
Stone Hands wore a frilly shirt and vest, borrowed from his boss' 70s wedding singer days. I wore the 3-piece pinstripe suit that my dad got married in. There were beers, there were bikes, I got to share it all with hellmouth... and there were girls, too :).
* The fact that I consider amazing nights, like the bike gang, to happen once per month should not lessen the fantastic-ness of the evening in any way. It simply indicates that the life of a grad student is awesome.
1 comment:
Well said.
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