Posted in Bar/Pub, Road, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Box O’ Mime

Mr. C. Cow and I have been making our way back home for the past few days. Bishop had a really great idea for a new business to open next to the equipment company (Not telling you yet!) and needed some help moving stuff around. I’m pretty good at hanging things on walls BUT only if Mr. C. lets me stand on his back. If I don’t then the stuff gets hung halfway up the wall. Knowing this fact Bishop still asked us to help. He’s nice like that.

On our way home the road became a bit too slick and the rain too heavy for us to travel any farther till it let up.

Call Me Call Me Anytime…..

We ended up parked in some sort of alley next to the garbage from the local businesses. Not the nicest of smelling places to park a camper but, when you have no choice, you sometimes end up parking in unfortunate areas.

We were lucky, as it was really late, that there was at least one joint open to grab a bit to eat (and maybe a cocktail) before the rain went away. Their open sign was like some sort of lighthouse beacon saying “Come out of the rain and into a dry martini” or whatever a lighthouse beacon would say if it was attached to a bar.


Now…I’m more then happy to dry my giant hair and enjoy a cocktail. Mr. C. Cow likes neon signs and was happy to stare at them inside the bar while waiting. What we didn’t expect while doing this whole happy/dry/cocktail/neon sign thing was a bartender that just happened to be a mime. How does a mime bartend? Wouldn’t he get stuck in some box behind the bar? How does he answer a question about the beer selection if he doesn’t speak?

Can you please explain your extensive wine list?

We were lucky that we didn’t have any questions about the menu or drink selection because he did a lot of hand jive wall climbing action instead of speaking. I shouldn’t really say anything mean and I won’t because he was a wonderful bartender. Efficient in his drink pouring and service. I guess mimes need to work because a mimes got to eat.

I “Love” this neon sign Mr. C.!

The rain was steady and didn’t look like it was going anywhere for a while. Mr. C. Cow was happy to count the number of neon signs the bar offered and I was just fine to eat cocktail peanuts and watch him shake it on the dance floor. (A cow can’t live on neon sign counting alone. Sometimes you have to shake it on the dance floor).

Hopefully the rain will let up soon. Bishop needs us!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Morning Glory (What’s The Story?) Bar & Pub (M) 

Posted in Road, Tourist Attraction

Beer Wagon

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It’s kinda hard to maneuver a camper down an alleyway let alone a small cobblestone street. Besides the fact that it is extremely narrow you run the risk of running over someones garbage can. While visiting a small, picturesque town we had to park the camper and walk around. I didn’t want to run over any pedestrians, market signs, and those pesky garbage cans.

Mr. C. Cow gets a kick out of shopping in areas that involved cobblestone streets. The “clip clop” sound of hoofs on the ground seem to make him feel ten times mightier than the biggest Clydesdale. I wonder how he would feel if he realized that, as a Clydesdale, he would have to pull a beer wagon around. If he hates hauling a basket of laundry out of a dryer then I don’t think he would want to pull beer around for miles. Drink beer? Yes. Pull beer? No.

I was able to get Mr. C. Cow to stop the clip clop for a moment to sit outside at a cafe table for an afternoon tea break. We watched shoppers with their shopping bags eye items in nearby shop windows. Butterflies flittering around a fountain. The sun wandering in and out of the clouds. A few deer stopped by our table to converse with us about the weather. I think they were more interested in our tea cakes then the state of the atmospheric stuff swirling around. We didn’t want to be rude so we shared our food. Sometimes someone will come up to you and ask for a quarter. Sometimes a herd of deer will ask for dessert. This might be the first time we’ve ever dealt with panhandling deer.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Rue D’Antibes (G)