Saturday afternoon at the biker bar

The weather on Saturday was about as perfect as it gets. Sunny, breezy, not too hot.

Perfect drinkin'-outside weather.

We went to Golden and had a seat on the patio at The Buffalo Rose, where I had my first margarita of the season.

Luckily, I was the only woman there who was concerned about sun damage (if you're a biker, you're out in the sun all day anyway), so the only shady table was free. We had a nice view of Table Mountain and the people-watching was excellent!

First, a few sartorial remarks:

• Just because you can wear it doesn't necessarily mean you should.
• If you're wearing a tie-dye T-shirt, don't tuck it in. 
• If your boobs rest comfortably on your belly, it might be time to invest in a good foundation garment.

The best show of the afternoon happened right in front of us. There was a couple sitting nearby. She was wearing a dress that is best described as one big tube top--without underthings. Her middle-aged yuppie boyfriend had to be on e, because he could NOT keep his hands off of her. This is pretty much what went down all afternoon.

This was the least offensive moment. He was rubbing her belly, leaning her back to jam his tongue down her throat, and--classiest move of them all--dropping his chapstick so that he could crouch under the table and look up her dress.

I nearly lost my appetite for the onion rings we'd ordered.

But I soldiered through. We couldn't finish the last one, so we had a contest to see who could take the best photo of it (we were sitting outside at a bar with margaritas; onion-ring photoshoots are high art!).

I'll let you decide who won.

To cap off the day, we saw this pink IROC on the way home. HOTT!