I even have a history there. I have a whole passel of ancestors who settled there back when Texas was still the Republic of Texas. They came in a covered wagon and settled there in rolling hills and made it home. Wendy, my cousin who keeps me grounded, went and did a bunch a research on our family and said they were in Cransfills Gap back in the 1840's.
Now here is the reason I'm telling you all about this stuff is because my Quirky Cousin “B” or Cyber Cowgirl is having a birthday. She and the whole crew of my quirky cousins are going to Vegas to celebrate. They are going to go and gamble and see the shows and they may even go to one or two of the casino too. They are going to have a high old time and practice that age old saying of ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.
“B” is the oldest of the cousins. She of course is still very young which makes me very, very, very, very, very, very young. Heck I’m practically an infant. Okay maybe not but believe me she is very young at heart. She has a great sense of humor and a great sense of adventure. This past summer she and I were trying to figure out how to get her up here on her motorcycle. Yes, she is a motorcycle riding, roller bladeing bad ass. She figured she could make the ride up no problem and that would give her a chance to ride through Sturgis and see what it was all about but alas we had waited too late in the season. She instead went to her day job as a teacher.
She is the one who used to drive the old Willis jeep up the ‘mountain’ so that we could go swimming in the tank (pond to those of you not from Texas). She is the one who I remember driving the caleche roads of the Texas country side as fast as that Le Mans would go. She is the one who put me on that goat in the ‘Cousin Rodeo’.
I just want her to be sure and not end up like this guy. Don’t let a hooker take your pants and your boxer shorts.
The story behind this picture is my friend Huntress got a text message from her cousin who was on a girl's weekend in Vegas. They were leaving for dinner and spotted this guy at the Reception Desk. She said everytime he bent over you could see his family jewels and well they were lookin awful sad and lonely. Anyway seems this fellow got himself a hooker and she decided to take his pants. He was trying to make it back to his hotel and stopped in this one to see if they would give him some pants.
You know good and well I'm not going to let this go without a few comments. First of all Kudos to Huntress' cousin for being Quick Draw McGraw and snapping this picture. Second of all did the Hooker take his boxer shorts too? I mean I understand the pants because the wallet was in them but hey at least leave the guy with his tidy whities.