The banana plants look great.
Then we headed to our friends' house for a birthday barbecue.
We stayed until it got dark.
Then, after we'd enjoyed hanging out with flowers and friends and toddlers and birthday cake and kitties, we headed down to one of the rougher bars in the Georgetown area to see a friend's band.
Some motorcycle event was going on.
But these bikers weren't like the espresso-sipping, spacesuit-clad BMW guys who hang out at Smarty Pants. They seemed more like real bikers, like the Harley guys who handled security at the Rolling Stones Altamont show or something.
There was some murmuring about shootouts that other chapters of this club had been involved in. (This rumor seemed all the more exciting when cops paid their second visit to the bar in the space of two hours.)
Later on, when I looked them up online, I found out that other chapters have been involved in two "massacres" in the last year alone. And even the local club has recently been charged with "racketeering, kidnapping, assault, and drug and firearms violations."
I also found out what the "1%" on their jackets means.
Full-patch members wear a diamond-shaped patch that reads "1%." The "1%" symbol is derived from a statement by the American Motorcycle Association that 99 percent of the country's motorcyclists are law-abiding individuals.
Ooh la la!