It started near the end of our bike ride. We stopped by to chat up the local Potter - purveyor to the stars and the "little folk" like us - who was prepping his little store for the big 4th of July Parade crowd. Up rode a tall, fit, gray haired guy on his motorcycle- a friend of our potter - who introduced us. He quickly took a shine to Mistress, and made sure to give her a hug and kiss about 2 hrs later when we encountered him at the parade. It turned out he's a prominent local businessman, and seemed very pleased that Mistress gave him his card.
"I think he was flirting with me, Slave."
"Of course he was, Mistress. "
When the parade wound down we followed the crowds to a local restaurant with a big pig roast outside in a sunny plum orchard. There was music and beverages and old friends to share the day with. Later in the afternoon, we walked home and took a nap before joining our next door neighbors for their traditional 4th of July binge. They run a family restaurant a few hours south of here, and whipped up some tangy enchiladas and burritos to go with the Margaritas they were serving.
The lively group was a sprawling family descendent from the original Conquistadors and their hangers on. We settled onto their rear patio, a lovely garden setting that shares the same mountain views we enjoy, and where we could watch the early evening storm clouds gather over the peeks.
Lots of good natured, tequila fueled ribbing was the nature of the day, involving such things as the proper pronunciation of. "Magdelena". (Mine wasn't so bad, for a gringo).
All the men - and the ladies too - were fawning over Mistress, from her hair to her eyes to her shoes. (They were too polite to comment on her lush body.) And it would be fair to say she enjoyed the attention. I was reminded on several occasions how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife.
As if I didn't know.
