im - 6/06/2007 07:34:00 AM

Girls Gone Grumpy III Last Saturday marked the third installement of the GGG ride in Minneapolice. I was the only Surly to attend, but that made it all that much better. What wasn't better was my memory for how things went down. You see, I was there to tag-along, and tag-along I did. Heck, I did so much tagging-along that I barely took any photos. One might have even called me a slacker. Heck, one might call me slacker any day of the week. In fact, I'm such a slacker that I've decided I'm not gonna write a report about how much fun this ride was, how crazy we all got, and how it changed all of our lives forever. Nope. Instead I've enlisted the talents of the lovely yet lippy Kelly Riordan (a.k.a mplsminx) to write her version of what happened. So, enjoy this report as I return to my lounge chair to wallow in my slackerdom: Dear Surly Blog-Readers, Last Saturday marked the third annual Girls Gone Grumpy ride. If you've never been on a GGG ride, you should know a few things. One: A female MUST lead the ride at all times. Two: Any boys attempting to lead the ride will be derbied to the ground and humiliated. Three: Any boys riding must adhere to our dress code. Lucky for them, this year it was tame: the a-frame shirt, otherwise less P.C.-ly known as the "wifebeater". Under an ominously cloudy sky, we assembled a motley crew of forty to fifty riders (and two of the rider's moms!) at One On One downtown and headed out to our first stop: Grumpy's Nord'east. Led by me (the Minx) and backed up by Hobo Girl (the lovely Shawn) and her trailer of boombox and beers, we began. We were greeted there by Anitra (Pink Pigtails) and several pitbull puppies. Drinking and carousing ensued. From there, we headed towards the parkway to begin a leisurely spin around the Buzzard Loop (also known as the Hopkins Loop, for those of you who aren't familiar with the infamous AmyC). We stopped for ice creams and beer near a golf course and got lots of gawks and giggles, and continued on our way. We again stopped for beers and repairs in St. Louis Park on our way back downtown. We paused to regroup outside Minneapolis, which is when the real fun began: the super-storm. We stopped under a nearby bridge to wait out the rain, which became an impromptu wet t-shirt contest for the boys, and a wrestling match between Lando and Boy-Sean. We even got a glimpse of boy-bum. It was...great. We cheered for the soaked riders passing us and tried to get them to drink with us. We were lucky enough to have a gentleman stop, take a pull off the whiskey bottle, and ride on. Good man. He got a huge cheer. After a while, we got impatient and hungry, so we headed to our last stop: Grumpy's Downtown. Surely they were thrilled to have the remaining riders stumble in, a little tipsy and totally soaked. We shivered our way through dinner and departed, happy to have had another successful GGG ride. Join us next year--we can't control the weather, but we do guarantee a good time. Thanks to all who came to ride, and especially to Grumpy's NE and DT. Oh, and our Cabana Boy, Mike. You can see photos here, here, and of course on the Surly Flickr page. See you next year! Love, the Minx. Special thanks to Hobo Girl for working things out. -----