Posted in Tourist Attraction

Playing For Peanuts

Mr. C. Cow started to teach himself to play poker a few weeks back. It started out with a computer program where he would play against a bunch of AI’s. Then it moved onto him playing random games with people online. When he wasn’t online he would ask me to sit down with him after dinner and play a few hands. He’s getting pretty good at it since he learned that you are not allowed to hide cards behind your cow horns. Mr. C. Cow is no cheat so he stopped doing it immediately. (So proud of him!!)

We ended up in the area where a few of his online poker buddies lived. I agreed that we could meet up with them so he could play some poker ONLY if we met them in a public place. (Online safety people!!) Mr. C. Cow happily clip clopped his way to his laptop to inform his friends he was in for a few games. We agreed to meet up at a local park that had a wonderful ballroom perfect for some poker.

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Now…Mr. C. Cow has been getting ready for this poker game since I told him he could go. He’s been staring at playing cards. Perfecting his “blank face”. Buying a hat that he felt made him look like a poker player. Wearing sunglasses.

When we got to the ballroom we were surprised that they had a musician playing while everyone was concentrating on the game. I thought it was classy but Mr. C. Cow found it kinda distracting. He wanted to concentrate on the cards in his hoofs but found that his butt just wanted to wiggle to the music.


The poker players themselves were a tad bit on the shocking side as they were…um….skeletons. Nothing against skeletons but I wasn’t expecting them to be so into poker. Gary the card dealer explained that things got kinda boring being dead and all. Instead of just walking around freaking people out in cemeteries they liked to get together every Thursday and play.


They were very understanding of Mr. C. Cows wiggly butt as well as the fact that he had never played a group of people in person. Normal bets of money were replaced with peanuts so that they could help him become a better player. I left them to their wheeling and peanut dealing and hung outside by the camper. Didn’t want to get in the way and it was Mr. C. Cows thing not mine. I did, however, find a nice skeleton who happened to have a few martini’s on him. I might have to start bringing Mr. C. Cow on Thursdays if we are in the area so he can join their group. I’ll just be sure to bring more peanuts.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Autumn, A Remnant Of Summers Past (M)

Posted in Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Flavors Of Autumn

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t understand the whole concept of “Pumpkin Spice Latte”. It’s not that he doesn’t understand why people drink it. It’s pumpkin and he likes pumpkin. What he doesn’t understand is how people seem to forget all of the other “flavors of autumn”. Cranberry. Apple. Leaf pile. Pumpkin is cool and all but he thinks others just seem to forget every other fall flavor and just concentrate on that one. Doesn’t seem to fair in his mind.

Who will think of the apples???!!!??

After pondering the true meaning of the pumpkin spice, Mr. C. Cow and I wandered around a quaint little cobblestone street while stretching our legs. Between the two of us we have six legs so that’s a lot of stretching. We browsed bookstores, smelled all the smells the local bakery had to offer, and stared in the windows of a fancy tearoom.

I need this sign for the camper. 

While I was discussing the pros and cons of running your own food cart with a local pretzel vendor I heard a lot of moo-laughing followed by splashing. I attempted to keep my conversation on pretzel salt prices going but it was too hard. When one hears a lot of moo-laughing followed by splashing you have to see where the source is coming from. You might not want to but you most certainly have to.

What did I find? Oh…I found a certain little cow taking a bath with a bird in a fountain! 


I quickly ran over to the fountain (Much to the amusement of the pretzel vendor) and asked Mr. C. Cow what he was doing in the fountain.

Me: What are you doing in that fountain?

Mr. C. Cow: Taking a bath. (Starts singing while washing cow pits)

Me: Why would you think it was a good idea to take a bath in the middle of a small town….in broad daylight… front of everyone????!!??

Mr. C. Cow: Well…the birds were taking a bath and I thought I could use one too. (Keeps singing while washing hoofs)

I quickly (and nicely) got Mr. C. Cow out of the fountain, gave the whole “Sorry! Sorry about that!” look to the locals, and led him back to the camper for a towel. I know that birds take baths in public but I really don’t think Mr. C. Cow should.

While our little (now clean) cow was drying off I went back outside to, again, tell the locals that I was so sorry he took a bath in their fountain. Much to my surprise they weren’t angry. It made their day. Not only did they think it was funny they gave me a few pretzels for the road.

I guess that, when faced with a bathing cow in your fountain, it might put a smile on your face. Especially if they like to sing in the bathtub.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Malal’s Autumn (M)