Certain MelonHeads Ply a MelonHead with Drinks, So Of Course She Has to Drink Them All Till She's Blotto, Right?

Most MelonHeads can hold their liquor. That's almost a requirement for being a MelonHead. So why did I feel most like a real MelonHead when I was plied with liquor and was stupid enough to drink all that I was offered? That means I'm NOT a real MelonHead, because real MelonHeads can drink a lot. I really can't say I can drink a lot. Never could.

The MelonHeads bought each other beer and drank it long after I had my head in my hands, lifted my head long enough to realize I was inebriated, put my head back in my arms and dozed off a bit, then drank cups of ice water brought to me by loyal, kindly MelonHeads, ate food brought to me by my husband, and sobered up enough to ride my bicycle back across the High Trestle Bridge and uphill to Woodward.

We skipped the next bar in Woodward and all of Des Moines. It's too dangerous to drive in Des Moines, much less ride a bicycle through Des Moines. We spent the day on the High Trestle Trail, our much loved and often visited High Trestle Trail. The High Trestle Bridge is 13 stories above the Des Moines River! There isn't much too the Des Moines River just now but it's still a beautiful view, and the trail is cool and woodsy.

We parked our car at the trail head in Woodward. We rode backward and saw six or seven coyote puppies playing near a cornfield and crossing the road at the O Ave./U Ave. intersection with the trail. 

We kept riding till we ran into the MelonHeads at the Night Hawk Bar in Slater just off the trail. Jim knew just about where we'd run into them, although if you planned it -- in fact if you planned anything with the MelonHeads on RAGBRAI, it would never come off. We've tried.

We're getting to know our MelonHeads better now and have a better idea of how to track them in their native habitat now.

A great two-woman band, Time Well Wasted, was singing at the Night Hawk. They sang the line-dance song I love, "To the left, to the left . . . To the right, to the right. . . "

Anyway, on it goes, and the bicyclists danced and followed directions, and I so badly wanted to join them that next time I swear I will. You can't learn if you don't try. As they say, you just have to follow directions, kick when they say, "kick," and keep dancing. My daughter said she loves line dancing, and everybody looked like they were having a great time.

I'm not sure the band's name is "Time Well Wasted," but that's the name on the wristband they gave me when I tipped them, so it's a possibility. Somebody put another one on me in a different shade of green when I wasn't looking, so now I have two.

I also put on my first MelonHead tattoo! On a horsehead mask, no less, not a real person. It was a wrinkled horsehead mask, too, so it was a particularly tough assignment. Tom Hammer coached me, and it came out perfect! I was very proud of myself.