A waft of what turned out to be a swell shrimp Étouffée lured us from the ATM and into the Compound's kitchen. Catching up with Rooster and Hen made for a nice breather and wind down from being on the road for over eight hours. A night cap of Millstream root beer around a fire that was built from the Rooster's blood and sweat soaked timber made for a splendid second pyrotechnic dream. My near cosmic twin Cousin Sara (birth date of 17 AUG 82 vs. my 17 AUG 80) long her current lover / future husband Mike rounded out the brigade. Not seeing a near cosmic twin for nearly two years only to pick up exactly where you left off is a grand gift. So grand that they may request that you be an usher in their spring 2012 wedding and you respond with, "Am I able to pinch asses? If so, may I be assigned to the groom's family?"
While in the greater Omaha region I was invited to attend a fete in which all in attendance were to celebrate a live telecast of a football match. Rather than sitting on my hands in anticipation of the off kicking of swine hyde - Cousin Sara, her lover and I decided to search for the Golden Spike Monument. We found the fifty-six foot tall obelisk across the street from a trailer park that had definitely seen better days. This promotional gimmick for the 1939 film Union Pacific is 533 miles northeast from the true Transcontinental Railroad splice in Strasburg, Colorado.
Later that afternoon I added Vlasic dill pickle halves and a jumbo box of strawberry Pop-Tarts to the already bountiful game day smorgasbord. Cousins, aunts and uncles that I have not seen in years were all hugged with proper crotch proximity. Stories of times past were swapped with plans of the future. Before my sliding out the front door I noticed something that just wasn't right with Uncle Stan's hat, it was then that the white polka dots on the underside of its bill shouted, "I'm a lady hat!" I announced this to the group then crawled on top of old Stanley to give him a good dry hump goodbye.
I promise that tomorrow will be filled with vulgar anecdotes and loads of pics. Hang in there Sally.
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