Pink in Pensacola with Priss

What a day today was.. Mothers Day It started out with a gourmet breakfast cooked by Mr. Ray, w hich is Miss Priss's DH., We had scrabbled eggs, crispy bacon, hash brown casserole, home made bisicuits, with orange juice. It was a sit down breaky. I said to Ray, are you gonna clean up for us too??
Well now Flo, usually when I do the cooking someone else does the cleaning.. But Ray, its Mother's Day I told him... "Ya he said, and I can be a real MOTHER...;) Needless to say Ray cleaned up the kitchen after us gals.
We no sooner finished breaky and along came the next Conga Chickie... Chantelle. This gal does not have a knick name YET!! There she was, like we'd all known each other for ever, big hugs all around. She arrived in her black leather jacket , chaps, full faced helmet and some goofy lookin critter hangin off the back of her bike. Her helmet had pig tails on it. But man she looked hot.
We were ready to ride , but we took the time to do the Conga dance around the yard first.
Priss, Marianne, Chantelle, Doc, Flo,Sun, Hdganny, MoChrome Curves, and BILL... Mariann's brother our awesome Cabana boy, photographer. He got real good at the end of the day, organizing us for pics. Again you will have to wait for the pics as we are having problems with computers and stuff. The Pics are on my puter, and I am on Docs. Beleive me they will be worth the wait.
Bikes were all lined up to go around Pensacola, along the water, around town, off to a little bar for a bush wacker. Ya'll might not know what a bush wacker .. we'll get to that later. First of all we road all over around town all decked out in pink with the Conga song blaring, everyone was smiling and having a great old time,. Cars were honking at us and giving us thumbs up. We cruised on down to the water. It was a beautiful site. I can honestly say I never saw this kind of sand before, they call it sugar sand, but it was finer than sugar. Like snow, with colorful umbrellas sticking out all over the place. Last year when I was riding though Death Valley was similar, but blowing in my face so it didn't look so pretty.
By this time we are damn hot.. really hot, and MoChrome, kept talking bout wading in the water when we got there. Along the way, every time she rode by bicyclist, she would reach out and try to grab their ass. It's hilararious even riding. When we got to the water, we were just cooking, and a couple of us went down to get our feet wet. I myself, could not hold myself back and went right in the water. They thought I was nutz...It felt great and I stayed cooler than the rest of them for the rest of the ride to the little bar to experience a Bushwacker.
Now in that little bar we were famous in our pink for about 15 minutes. Some guy was taking snap shots left right and center and is going to send them to us.. You know we have a shortage on pics after all. ;)
The bushwacker was a delisious frothy drink. While we were getting all the attention I took it apon myself to ask people for money for the BC cause. In that short time we walked out with 55 bucks.
So after the bush waching drink we went off to the harbour and had some more pics taken, poor Bill the CB, he even earned his Conga bracelet.. he proudly wore it for a bout 10 minutes..lol
Okay .. one more stop before we head home to Margarittaville. The PARKING LOT!!
The plan was the gals, RLAP'S, Doc, Marianne, Priss, Me were going to do a little show for the gals. I just wanted to say that I RLAPED with Priss. Well, damn if we didn't get there and Ray had a fricken Policeman rodeo excericise. Shit I was lost before I entered it. Even Doc and Marianne were not sure what it was. I have to admit it took me a few times before I could go around. It is really hard when you don't know where you are going. I was standing back watching Doc and Marianne and Priss, ya a couple mistakes were made but it wasnt long and they were getting it. I was still frickin lost. I could feel the lumps coming to my throat fear of not getting it. I pulled up my Granny panties, and made it through with out knocking over a cone.
Yes... I was very bloody proud of myself, even if I do say so myself.
Later we came home and watched them and laughed and of course bragged.
Margarittas were served with hamburgers, home baked beans, we lounged around the pool, sat and laughed and talked and laughed and talked and watched another bazillion pics.
I forgot to mention PamBliss showed up and stayed for awhile and we will meet up with her tomorrow.
Here it is 10:30, everyone has gone to bed sept me, Sun, and Flapper... who is Flapper???
Chantelle, why because she left her saddle bags flappin..
Goodnight all

I'm telling ya... these gals are always pickin on me about my strong accent, if you can believe that.. I have no accent, they all talk funny.