Lloyd had a Republican convention on Friday. He put an announcement in the paper, but was worried that with everybody’s summer plans there might not be enough people, so he called up our friends (Kevin, Deborah, Beth & Harold) and invited them personally. (Thanks for going, guys.) I didn’t go because I am
an idiot when it comes to politics an independent, so I just help him set things up at the Civic Center and then left. I like to think that I did my part for our country by using lots and lots of tape.
Anyway, I went home while they Republicaned it up, and told Lloyd to call me when it was over and I’d help him take down the gobs of tape. In the meantime, I struggled to stay awake.
Imagine my surprise when Lloyd just walked in the door and said, “Kevin helped me take everything down. Do you want a ride in his sidecar?”
Do I want a ride in his sidecar? His sidecar? Dear Lloyd, I believe that might be the reason I was put upon this earth!
It was most impressive because Kevin made it. He bought the bike and the platform for $200, and bolted on a big oval horse trough. The seat is from a tractor and is just sitting in there. I. Love. It. As we took off down the street I hollered, “If we should die doing this, I don’t regret a thing!”
After an exhilarating ride around a few blocks, we came back so Lloyd could trade me places and go off with Kevin to have a drink and talk computer gibberish.
I’ve told Lloyd that we need to renew our wedding vows, and this time I’m going to demand a sidecar. He has informed me that vows don’t work like a Christmas letter to Santa. Hmmph. What does he know.