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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Road Kill Cafe

You kill it, we grill it.

Or, stuff it and place a tiara on its head to accompany you as your dinner guest...

 
"How you doin?"
Our hostesses for Horsin' 'Round the Bluegrass pulled out all the stops for Friday night's meal. They arranged for dinner to be catered by the very popular Roadside Café (Oui oui, café with l'apostrophe. It's French like a fry.) and their polished, very capable wait staff.  
 
 

"I'm gone need to see some ID's, bitches."

"Can I git yawl some more shine?"

A sot in every crowd.
View from our table.

Dinner was served buffet style, and I never did see a menu but it all tasted like chicken anyway. Mercy law, my belly was full as a tick on a coon hound.

Yes, me and Thelma were stacked to a fill. We graciously excused ourselves and stumbled returned to our abode on wheels. Earlier in the day, we rustled up our ponies for Saturday's derby but we had yet to decorate groom them. It was gonna be a long and silly night full of sequins and rhinestones.

Mess With Me - Mess With the Whole Trailer Park


 
Earlier I referred to all Sisters as having "homes on wheels." That's so not accurate. While the majority of our Sisters tow their own travel trailers, many of us make other accommodations when attending SOTF events. Look at me. I don't own shet, ha, though Sister Thelma will beg to differ. She did indeed give me a key to Bella's front door and insisted I was part-owner. (Technically, I'm not, but you can't argue with a Pritchett.)  So,  I travel the highways riding shotgun with Thelma at the wheel towing our 1971 Play Mor trailer, "Bella". Often times, the campgrounds we visit have freestanding cottages that some Sisters prefer to rent. Others will even stay in a local motel and travel to and from the campground for the scheduled festivities. Tents are a popular choice as well. In addition, there are those who sleep in their vehicles-turned-glampers and some pretty unconventional-looking pull-alongs, too.
 



 
No matter what our accommodations, we are all glamper gals and members in good standing of the prestigious TTA (Trailer Trash Association, not to be confused with Homeowners Association, which we probably are not are NOT in good standing as of this trip). 


With an array of activities -  horseback riding, distillery tours, antiquing, dutch oven cooking class - our hostesses organized to choose from, the 30+ Sisters split up individually or in groups to participate.  Thelma and I took the individual route.  She went junking/antiquing/thrifting...I mean, the sun did come up that day, duh. And me? I chose to enjoy the beautiful day relaxing in the lush, blue fescue, writing stories in my head.  The trailer park was as peaceful as a church on Sunday.

Make that, an Episcopal church on Sunday.