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Friday Night Clam Bake – #21: Dusty Erotica and Commemorative Cacti

Howdy, folks.

This will be a rather abrupt Clam Bake, as things are a bit in flux here at Bonnywood. We are busily prepping for another travel adventure, this time to Pecos, New Mexico. To be fair, the “Pecos” angle is a bit misleading, as that’s simply the closest town of any relevance to where we will actually be, far out in the dusty wilds in an area of the state that inspired Georgia O’Keeffe to paint hundreds of pictures of giant vaginas disguised as desert flowers.

Our final destination is a ranch plunked in the midst of Mucho Macho Canyon, or some such. I only briefly glanced at the Canyon name as my partner was piddling around on Google Maps, something he enjoys with fetishistic glee. I paid more attention to the fact that the final enumeration on the step-by-step driving directions suggested by Google Maps, which read “turn left at the quaint adobe church built in 1642 and drive 500 miles until you encounter a Saguaro cactus shaped like Eleanor Roosevelt”.

Translation: There’s a strong possibility that I will not have a communication signal of any kind. (Radio silence, if you will, similar to what can happen with your partner when he is not impressed that you call his important research on Google Maps “piddling”.)  Second Translation: Bonnywood Manor might go partially dark for the next week. (Lightus Interruptus, if you will, similar to what can happen when you think you have paid the electricity bill but it is still sitting on your desk, unopened or cared for, because you’re getting old and forgetful.)

Now, before some of you get all clenched and testy, I am planning to schedule a number of posts to magically appear during the dusty interim. The success of this planning is dependent on how Partner and I approach the final preparatory stages of our departure. If we can agree on the essential necessities, we can be packed in an hour. If not, we may be running around town, hog-wild, up until the very minute that we leave on our quest to find the Eleanor Cactus early Sunday morning. Cross your fingers.

In any case, please continue to visit Bonnywood, as you never know what might transpire, and don’t be blue if your amazingly witty comment is not given full adoration for a few days. All in good time.

To close things out, here’s a completely unrelated video from back in the day. I know I’ve shared this one before, but I’m not sure if it was on this particular blog. (I’d check my spreadsheets, but I think it’s more imperative that I ensure I have packed enough clever outfits for my sojourn in Mucho Macho Canyon.) Enjoy.

 

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  1. Have a Mucho fabulous trip. I’ll check out the video when I’m not in a place of work.
    Confession; I don’t actually understand the concept of a Clam Bake. I’m thinking a rowdy howdy get-together at which crustaceans are sacrificed. All I know is I look forward to them. But you’re busy, I’ll Google it 😉

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  2. Well alrighty then. No angst filled wails from this ol’ girl. Besides I’m feeling the green eyed monster a bit … I haven’t been down to my own red rocks in so many years it’s shameful and I need to go. SOON. Ah well. What will I do without my daily infusion of Brian? Survive. I’ve done it before…. it won’t be fun and you’ll (your REAL you, not some ersatz blog designed to ward off such withdrawals) be missed. Sorely. But have fun. Summer is on the wane, and gather ye rosebuds (or giant weird looking ‘flowers’ while ye may!

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    • It was certainly a great way to end the summer, as the days were still a bit heated but the nights (as we were WAY up in the mountains, which mountains I haven’t a clue) were downright chilly, prepping the stage for ensuing Fall. And the fact that we didn’t have a phone or Internet signal except in one small section of the main lodge? Bliss…

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    • That video still kills me, even though I’ve seen it roughly 4.2 billion times by now. Slightly-boastful bit of trivia: I’m actually friends on Facebook with Lois Bromfield, although it’s been quite some time since we chatted. Perhaps she no longer finds my mussels fresh…

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    • Actually, there was one brief possible UFO-sighting, until I realized it was just moonlight reflecting off the back of my SUV parked outside our cabin. It gets DARK out there in the middle of nowhere, and light does strange things….

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