Funky 4th

Here in our little town in the shadow of the Sangre de Christo mountains, we celebrate the 4th as proud Americans, but with a multi-cultural twist. And when I say multi-cultural, I'm not just including ethnic diversity, but a good touch of 60's counter-culture too.

Mistress and Slave rested up on Friday for the patriotic festivities, squeezing in a healthy dose of sex, and keeping our two-a-day streak going. And while we had some hearty 4th of July wake-up sex our day got a little out of control after that.

First we hosted a gathering of friends - some locals and 2nd homers - here on our sunny patio.  (No, Mistress was not topless). That was for some "pre-parading" to get ready for the annual parade just down the street on our little town's main (and only) drag.  Slave whipped up some Bellini's for our guests (Prosecco and some freshly blended peach juice - a pinkish fizzy concoction that would have floated Terri's boat), and Mistress laid out a spread of munchies to keep us fueled for the festivities to come.

Of course, some of our guests are more "look-at-me" than others.  The guy in the afro wig on the Pride "float" was one guest who felt the need to be in the parade rather than watch it go by. Back in real life he gazes into the mouths of angsty patients all day, so maybe we should cut him some slack?

And you all may have funky Americana themed 4th of July parades in your home town. But I bet none of you saw a winged belly dancer on horseback yesterday:

No.  That's not Mistress.  But I bet she'd look hot in that costume.

Parade over, we begged off the annual pig roast, in favor of an early afternoon nap, but only after shoo-ing off Mr. Afro Wig and his wife, who was all decked up in a Ellie Mae Clampett meets Uncle Sam costume. I think they could tell we were hoping they would leave when Mistress asked them
"So when are you going to leave?", and I interjected "You mean here, or town?"

They finally got the message, and we headed to our bed for a while. We had to rest up for round two, a picnic at our neighbor's house.  They are a sprawling Hispanic family in the restaurant business, with plenty of kids, grand-kids, former employees and pals enjoying the holiday in their back yard, adjoining ours, with those big mountain views.  Mistress is always a big hit with the men (and women) at this event, as they fawn over her beautiful greenish eyes and long full tresses. As the afternoon faded into evening, and the tequila flowed, we get an insiders glimpse at local culture and family life-- all very colorful and spicy, like the red and green chile that ends up on everything on your plate.

And we got an earful about Donald Trump from just about everyone.

Hope all of our readers on this side of the pond had as much patriotic fun for the 4th as we did!