Local Color

Mistress and Slave are bummed to be returning to River City tomorrow morning. That long drive is always harder when it means going back to the relative drudgery of "real life". We were able to squeeze in our two-a-day sex regime yesterday, along with a long bike ride and some vegging on our patio. Over the last two weeks Mistress has added the title "Bronze Goddess" to her many superlatives, and you would have to do a very close inspection to detect any tan lines.

Believe me, I have.

Last evening we headed to our little town plaza for some live music, a local band operating somewhere in the space  between blue grass and the Grateful Dead. They got the locals doing their frenetic dancing:

 

And of course any Band worth it's salt needs it's own vintage bus:

And who could be surprised by the old guy with his mules and wagon doing laps around the Plaza:

Check out the chihuahua on the back of that mule!

As you can imagine, this sort of goof ball eclecticism is one of the major appeals of this place to Mistress and Slave, as compared to the button down tedium of the heartland. Hopefully we end up spending much more of our time here in the not too distant future.

When I wandered back from taking photos Mistress noted that in my absence "some tall hippie tried to hit on me, Slave."

"Was he cute?"

"Not exactly.... unless you consider a guy who looked like he hadn't showered in a week cute."

"He probably saw you as a win / win, Mistress. You're hot, plus you look like you have access to a hot shower."