The World Turned Upside Down

Yesterday’s Blog comparing our New Year’s Eve Shindig to the party scene from The Poseidon Adventure had Mistress reminiscing about seeing the 1972 movie with her parents when she was barely 9 yrs. old.  It was the same year that her dirty old man of a slave was graduating from college. Maybe my concern about not going to Vietnam (I got a lucky lottery number) and getting married (for the first time) that year kept me away from the theatre. 

In any event, she found this Poseidon Adventure Trailer from the movie. The chaos that ensues as the boat rolls over  seems like a good metaphor for what our nation may be facing these next few months as we settle into regime change. That's a subject that our long retired Western Correspondent visited in this dispatch we received from him on Saturday night (unedited to give you the true flavor of his literary license):

Well

At least Mick and Molly are safely hidden away in their SW love nest

Basking in the heat of December

Sunning on the deck

Wishing for some fresh powder

I have never been to their hide away but by accident I was close last year

B (my lovely bride) and I were rolling around southern Colorado last year

And we ended up in their town

I have been there a few times before but years ago

BUT

You blog friends will not be surprised that their house is in the best part of that old west town

I took pictures and sent them to Molly

"Oh my god" you were only two blocks from our house!

Not surprised,  I said

You guys need to know Mick and Molly know everybody

Debbie Reynolds is only the tip of the iceberg

I have seen pictures of them with:

Barack 

Clinton (who BTW tried to hit on Molly)

Hillary

Rumsfeld 

Bush

Many Senators (many)

Mayors .....  (several)

Movie stars (many)

Redford, to name just one

But you two nuts need a picture with Trump

No maybe not............

Please don't do it although I know you could!

A Trump wife or daughter  maybe?

I can't tell the difference....

But they are beautiful immigrants (legal  or not) 

I wish they spoke better English

But they would be great in porn movies

Grab them by the pussy baby!!!! 

What the fuck have we done?

The party of the Russians and .01%'s will fuck us all

I never thought Americans were that stupid

Oh well, nothing we can do about it for 4 years

And maybe never in my life time

Oh well     Tune out and turn on

Move to  Colorado

I think the blue states will maybe save us

California is the 7th larges economy in the world

I don't think Jerry Brown is going to put up with this shit

He said we will jus launch our own weather and communication satellites

Fuck the morons in the red states 

Health care?

Fuck we have some of worst health care in the world (and pay the most for it)

Oh well that is my rant

Maybe a mountain climbing ski patrolman would suffice for a cuckolder?

Just asking!

Rock on My friends

Your Amigo always 

Have a Rockin' New Year!

 Mick and molly were (almost) hoping to get snowed in for New Year’s Eve.  We’ve skied four days in a row, the legs are a little tender, and the thought of eating at home, cuddled before the fireplace, and watching “When Harry Met Sally” had a certain romantic appeal.

But the snow promised for out little valley did not materialize, and instead we carried out our plan to meet some friends at a “New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” celebration at a local hotel.

We were surprised to discover on arrival that the party was not in the historic old bar with it’s Viga beamed ceilings and adobe décor, but in the hotel’s “conference center” a sterile ballroom that dwarfed the 100 or so brave souls who made it out to “ring out” a year that some would say was a tad underwhelming. But we’ve always been able to find the fun in the odd. The music was good, the company charming, the drinks more than adequate, and Mistress and a few of the other guests had their long shapely legs encased in sexy tights…..All it took was a little imagination to get into the scene and enjoy the spectacle of a 50 something crowd boot scooting across the dance floor while the band played “Brick House”.

“This is like a wedding Mistress, and we’re the wedding crashers.”

“It reminds me of the “Poseidon Adventure”,  Mistress responded.  Well Slave never really saw that old disaster movie. All I remembered was that some big danged boat flipped over and melodrama ensues, with the ritual screaming and well earned demise of the more annoying members of the (fading) star studded cast. Seen one disaster movie, seen them all! The cause of this mayhem is faded in cinema history: was it a Tsunami? Volcanic eruption? Meteor strike? Who knows. But a little checking this morning proved once again that Mistress is always right.

 

Sure enough, there are old war horses like Shelly Winters, Ernest Borgnine and Gene Hackman all celebrating New Year’s Eve in a kitchscy New Year’s Eve ballroom, before that big danged liner does it’s flip! (BTW, is that Carol Burnet?)

Then Mayhem ensues as suddenly that big Christmas Tree is on the ceiling!

Of course, the good part about celebrating New Year's Eve on Mountain Time is that you can "celebrate" the arrival of the new year when the ball drops on Times Square. So as 10 pm approached we charged our glasses one more time, toasted the new year, and boot scooted out into the night, seeking the shelter of our warm adobe house as the snow finally began to fall.

"I hoped you didn't mind leaving early, Mistress. But we might have ended up sharing a life boat with Shelly Winters if we had waited until midnight!"

(Look here tomorrow for an update from our Western Correspondent, who is not looking forward to 2017!)