All the shows are over. Everyone is looking for a little stress relief. On our way to the hotel we decided to stop at the Holiday Inn lounge. It seems everyone else had the same idea. After spending several minutes finding a parking spot we were greeted by a line to enter the bar. Our thirst immediately over rode our better judgement and we headed for main street Duncan.
Eventually an establishment dispensing adult beverages was located and we proceeded to park our vehicle. Riding shotgun, I noticed as we entered our parking stall that someone had apparently purged their stomach at exactly the same spot as my feet would contact the pavement. After the car was located in a more suitable location I was able to exit the car and enter the bar.
Here was the local culture truely on display for all to see. Immediately we were decended upon by an attractive young woman selling raffle tickets for a “pink ladies tool kit”. My mind began to consider what a ladies tool kit could contain. Ken’s immediately jumped to winning the raffle. He informed “Megan” that the only money he had was 100′s and fifty’s. I immediately declared Ken the winner having spent the last 5 hours in auction mode, especially since the total count of persons in the bar including the bartender was 15. How many ticokets could possibly be sold? Local custom however specifies that raffles are won by a random drawing and unfortunately the winning ticket was not one of Kens’.
“Y’all are pig farmers arnt cha” Megan bubble as she counted out Kens’ tickets. Ashe finished counting the tickets and pulled her shoes back on she volunteered, “I thought something smelled fishey bout cha.” Right back at you I mused how ever I was drowned out by the Kareoke version on a song that was familair and yet I could not quite identify. As we settled in and began to interact with the other patrons evreryone immediately opened up to us and accepted us as one of the crowd. Ken was immediately one of the regulars seemed within minutes everyone knew him by name, one even asked permission to drink the pitcher of beer he had ordered.
It was an overall pleasant experience until one attractive woman who had been playing pool decided she wanted to interact with the newcomers and perhaps tweak us a little. “Where y’all from?” she drawled. Ken proclaimed “Wesconsen”. It is a little embarassing when a resident of the state mispronounced the name. Blondie drawls “Y’all got cha a funny accent” I over heard this and immediately piped up “We have an accent? Honey have you ever listened to the network news? News people spend considerable time in training to loose their accents and learn to speak with the easily understood dialect that is common in the north central part of this country. You think we have an accent, compare yourself to the news and you tell me who has an accent.” The pool shark and Rhodes scholar replies ” Y’all talk fuunnys all I’s sayin’”.
We returned to The Holiday Inn and were able enter immediately As we approached the bar the security lead person announced last call and we stood around and watched as the crowd was ushered out to the lobby. Almost as soon as the crowd entered the lobby they were informed that they could not remain. So, among much mock protest the crowd amiably dispersed. Upon our return to our own hotel we found that the key card did not work. The woman at the desk reprogrammed my card and gave me a second to insure that I could get into the room. Both cards worked, however I set the cards downand went to the truck to retrieve the laptop, allowing the door to close behind me. I knew immediately what had hapened and had no choice but to return to the desk to retrieve yet another card. The woman was pleasant enough but I was sure I heard her mumble “Pig farmers” as the door closed behind me.
Sorry about the pictures they just don’t want to load for me I will work on it.