Bella was up and dressed before the break o' dawn. For her casual wear attire, she chose couture Americana. It's all the rage this season.
Always the center of attention, Bella was attracting visitors like flies to a turd. I don't think Cindy nor I once sat down during the
parade of homes events that day. Our guests were fascinated at the concept of glamping and Sisters on the Fly. We talked sisterhood, renovating, caravaning, fly fishing, martini drinking, cigar smoking, um...we talked in depth about fly fishing.
With one of us with
womanning Bella at all times, we each snuck away to participate in some of the goings-on within the campground. Much to Sister Cindy's dismay, the mechanical bull attraction was a no-show this year. After hearing tales of bein' thrown so high that St. Peter could whittle yore initials in yore boot soles, Cindy was sorely disappointed she didn't get a chance to straddle a bull. After a quick glimpse of a group of caballeros, I found myself next in line for a lesson in cowboy steer branding. Just like dipping bourbon bottles at Maker's Mark distillery, it's always good to have varied work skills under your garter belt when composing a resume.
Save two horses, y'all.
At high noon, the crowd gathered 'round the chuck wagons for a menu of chicken-fried steak, mashed taters 'n gravy, beans (the talk back kind), biscuits, cornbread, and peach cobbler. Speaking of caballeros, I bumped into my cowboy BFF, Too Tall I, as I moped past the wagons envious, again, of all the non-celiac folks enjoying their meals. He told me he'd been watching out for me on accounta he'd prepared a gluten-free plate for the real Sister Louise and wanted me to have one too.
He said, "Hold up there pretty lady. I got yore plate rite cheer. I was ecstatic. That would not be the last time me and Too Tall I would cross paths over the weekend...
On the red carpet post awards ceremony.
...and the day was just half over.