Jelly Wrestling
Mood: Bloody Tired
Listening to: Nothing - too tired to turn the music on!
My Godfather (as my Pop would say). What a bloody awesome party! Never seen anything like it in my entire life.
Arrived feeling a bit iffy about the whole thing - I think I was suffering anticipatory burnout actually, from looking forward to it too much. Had my swag in the boot, had my sensible outdoorsy shoes on, makeup done a treat, and looking pretty bloody hot by all accounts. (I know sensible shoes don't sound hot, but trust me, it was hotter than wearing my stillettoes and going arse over in the mud!)
So I rocked up to the party, parked the Ford (no hatemail please - I am a Holden girl at heart), then proceeded up the driveway to the party. At first glance, I was pretty scared really. Nothing but complete strangers, and a large group of big bad biker types. Harley men. So I headed for the house to find the birthday lad to hand over the prezzie. He was quite easy to find, still in his bedroom, towel around his middle, getting his hair done in a very attractive mohawk. It would seem its a bit of a birthday tradition round here to shave their heads in odd ways. (Shaved heads are super sexy though... 
Hail to the HbK)
So said g'day, admired said do, then wandered back out to the party to see if I could find a friendly face. Started chatting with a couple of people I knew, and we were talking about the different biker types around. No-one knew them, and they did look kinda scary, when through the crowd I spotted a beard that I knew. It was an old friend of my families, named Grisly. He was in my dads bikie club. (He rides a sweet shovel head for those playing at home, with some very unique art on the tank, and many mods to placate the gods of chrome)
Anyway, I charged over to say g'day, and was swept up in a big hug. Then I turned around and his wife and daughter were there too. More hugs. Then we all started talking at once, cos I was shocked to see them there & was trying to figure out how they managed to be at a 21st in the middle of nowhere!
Then Gypsy's dad came out - and I bloody knew him too. And he knew me. There ended up being about 6 of them that I knew personally, and the rest of them knew me by sight from the club events I'd attended, or through my dad.
Freaky.
So I was getting twirled round in a bear hug by my most handsome bikie buddy Cuz, when Gypsy arrived (I think he thought I was being injured!) he couldn't believe that I was
a) Talking to the biker types
b) Knew the biker types
c) Liked by the biker types
Turns out we were both raised round all the same people - I really don't know how we didn't meet earlier. But I guess he's 4 years younger, so we were a bit out of sync. He was shocked, if not slightly horrified. I really don't present as someone who would know anyone who was in a bike club, or had a nickname like Chief or Grizly, or Wizard. It doesn't really fit with the prissy miss you see before you!
So, happy in the knowledge that the bikers were friendly, I just had the BEST night. Then, about 1am, they bought out the wading pool. And the tubs of jelly. Many many tubs.
Jelly Wrestling!!!
Being a lady, I declined the numerous requests to strip off and get sticky, and instead enjoyed the show. 
(Had the weather been warmer, and a change of clothes been handy the answer would have been different I think - try anything once!)
It must have seemed like a great idea to the hot young men, cos they stripped off their shirts (ooohhh) to reveal some very very buff 6 packs (aaahhhhhh) and then wrestled with each other to escape the jelly (uuuhhhh)
(Not that a man has to have a 6 pack to be hot - it just happened that these ones were hot & had 6 packs)
Needless to say - there were many delighted female spectators, wondering why we hadn't thought that jelly wrestling was a good thing? Take away the chicks in bikinis, add some boys in wranglers, hello happiness!
Bloody good party.
Crawled off to bed about 4.30am, and was followed by group of lads I'd been chatting with (drinking with would be more accurate, but somehow less ladylike!)
In the end, had to tell them to rack off. After all, bit hard to get to sleep with a bunch of blokes standing round your swag having a chat! One went back to the ute in front of my car, and promptly fell asleep across the front seat. He blew the horn every time he rolled over - and I've never known anyone to roll over so much. Bloody horn. He didn't wake up, but there was a steady chorus of "Shut the .... up" each time it happened - which was louder and longer than the horn blast, and STILL didn't wake the bugger up.
Only got about 3 hours sleep, then bounced out of bed to help with the cleanup efforts. As the lads dragged themselves out of bed, they were obviously disgusted to see that I hadn't been lying the night before, when I said that I don't get hangovers. He he he. Suffer.
I was however suffering from severe sleep deprivation, so after brekkie, I headed for home for a nap.
Which is where I am off to now - I went out Thursday night, (at the conference, which I will fill you in about next time), then Bloke came round with a bottle of Tequila on Friday night, 21st on Saturday, and a very early morning today totally undid any good that may have come from the early night I had last night. I feel like one of those old cartoon characters who needs lil toothpicks to keep their eyes open!
Blogging Bikers Babe,
Sass
