Sometimes, while driving through the lonely desert at night……
….you’ll run into a million lights dancing and you just happen to be the shooting star.
Ok…seriously…you’re driving down a dark desert road in the middle of the night and you randomly see some girl in white roller skate by you towards some distant glowing lights. You follow her and you might end up here…..
This is the first time (Thinks…yes…) we have ever run into a random roller skating rink in the middle of nowhere. It’s also (Thinks…yes) the first time I’ve ever seen a random girl in white roller skate by us in the desert. Was she lost? Did her car break down?
I was a little surprised to see something so lit up and glowing in the desert. Mr. C. Cow was not surprised and, in the typical Mr. C. fashion, was already wearing a neon headband and skates when we pulled into the parking lot.
How does he change so quickly?
The parking lot was packed so I was assuming the place was a popular joint for those who, you know, like to wander the desert looking for a place that will “bring all your dreams alive” or something like that. Mr. C. Cow was just happy to stop staring at the endless road and get his disco skate on.
Time is a funny thing sometimes. Time is especially funny at night when all is quiet except for the click clack of skates and the howls of desert animals in the distance. It makes you forget where you are and what you’re doing here. Maybe it’s not time that’s playing the joker. It could be the magical qualities of finding a place like this in the middle of nowhere. It’s like time and magic got together and plopped this place down in its own little world. Maybe I’ve just been eating to many disco donuts at the snack counter.
If you find yourself on a lonely desert road at night don’t stop at the broken down gas station. Don’t ask for directions from some guy in a weird leather mask. Look towards the neon glowing lights and a woman in white wearing roller skates. She might lead you someplace special.
Met a narwal named Nancy the other day while at a cafe. I was having a bit of trouble seeing over the counter to order something sweet and she was more then willing to help me look at all of the delicious deserts. I can understand the need to make a display case large enough to hold your product but it’s hard to look over when you’re short. It feels a little awkward looking through the glass at the person behind it. A step stool or wooden box to stand on would be nice.
Nancy wasn’t the neatest narwal in the world as you can see by the postcard. Her horn was covered by an ice cream cone and her entire head was covered in melted ice cream. Mr. C. Cow wanted to know if he could help by licking her but I said it wasn’t a polite thing to do. Personal boundaries and all. I asked Nancy if she needed a napkin but she politely declined. Some people just enjoy wearing their ice cream I guess.
The cafe itself was pretty peaceful. There were many pillows on the floor so Mr. C. Cow built a pillow fort to eat his snack. The fort itself wasn’t big enough so his butt was sticking out of the back. It was, however, big enough to put all of the food he ordered. I don’t know how someone can eat so much watermelon ice cream cake and not regret it later. Maybe it’s all of the stomaches he has?
After some tea and a few mini cakes we bid a fond farewell to Nancy. I hope that, be it fashion or mess, that the ice cream accessory she is wearing doesn’t attract flies.
Using a wok in a small kitchen can be hazardous to your health. After attempting to use a wok in the camper and accidentally jabbing Mr. C. Cow in the side with the handle we decided to go out to eat. We saw a fancy hotel with a restaurant just up the road a few miles that gave us the opportunity to put on something fancy. It also prevented any more handle stabbings for the evening.
Donning our finest finery we were seated at a lovely table and given their best bottle of wine. Mr. C. Cow couldn’t stop laughing at my hair as it seemed to blend into the plants behind me. I told him it wasn’t funny as I was just coordinating my outfit to my surroundings. (Don’t tell him I did that on accident!). The food was amazing but my laughing cow companion was the best part of the meal. I’ve never seen one cow eat so many deserts at one sitting! I sure hope he doesn’t get camper sick!
Your probably under the impression, with all of the postcards we send you, that we seem to eat a lot of food. Mr. C. Cow and I would like to point out that there are three meals a day and we do use our camper kitchen often as well as a travel grill to make many of our meals. Like a person on one of those facespace insta-graham cracker picture things we are guilty of taking pictures of food and sharing. Many of the places seem to have awesome postcards in the gift shops as well. In our defense it’s sometimes easier to eat at a lovely place we find while on the road then trying to cook together in a camper kitchen. Mr. C. Cow is so beefy that I sometimes have to stand in the sink to season things. It’s not pretty.