Bill proposed a date night and he didn’t have to ask me twice. He promised me some casual dining at a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant in Livermore with amazing margaritas and a meet-up with members of his biker social media group.

Yeah, me with a bunch a motorcycle enthusiasts because I am all about motorcycles.

Nevertheless, he didn’t have to ask me twice to get a little glammed up and go out with him. I take my date nights any way they come.

But like many Friday nights, all of our girls had plans which I have to say is just selfish. Who said young adults and teenagers can have social lives, jobs and baby-sitting gigs…on a Friday night? It’s just plain selfish.

Still Bill was not about to give up on a date night. How about a date night with your TWO favorite boys?

Now how could any girl turn down an offer like that. Me with my boys…and the bikers…and margaritas. But especially me with my boys.

The salsa was really hot according to Daniel. Perhaps it is too spicy, I countered. No, it was too hot he maintained as he took another shovelful with his chip. I suggested that if it’s too hot then perhaps he should skip the salsa. Apparently it wasn’t too hot after all as he scooped up most of it for himself. The salsa was good…and spicy. The margaritas were as good as Bill promised and the seafood cerviche that I had was great.

Bill’s friends enjoyed amazing Daniel with table games…

…when he wasn’t amusing himself with his own games. How in the world did I ever survive dining with children before the Nintendo DS? I have no clue.

I discovered that biker social media group meet-ups are no different than blogger meet-ups. There’s lots of great conversations and laughter shared face to face with people that you have known really well for quite sometime…online. They are a pretty great group of people to break bread with and share margaritas with.

Especially Connie. Connie does not ride a Harley. I know this because when she met me, she asked that I take everything of my darling husband’s that has “Harley Davidson” on it and burn it.

“Everything?“, I ask.

“Everything!“

I don’t believe that Connie realizes what she has given me permission to do with her direction. But Bill does. Without hesitating, he looked me in the eye and said, “No!”

So next weekend there is going to be a big ol’ bonfire at the Big Top. Who wants to bring the marshmallows?

Kidding, honey! I’m just kidding.