July 3, 2012

Blownstar 2012 - You're good. You'll go far...

I love Bandera in June.  The weather was perfect, not too hot, a couple of brief rain showers to wash away the dust, a little breeze and plenty of sunshine.

While there were some noticeable absences, a good time was had by all.  There was no high drama, not that the Blownstar gang has ever had much to begin with.  It was nice to catch up with everyone, as most are now multi-year repeat offenders attenders.

GOC made it in good shape.  None of us would have worried much, except that he said he was worried about his first road trip since having a stroke in December.  We watched the clock and waited anxiously for a few hours until we saw his car winding its way up the hill.

CenTexTim was able to join for a few hours on Friday.  While his company would have been welcome for the entire time, his margarita recipe left quite a wake, and it was, perhaps, a blessing in disguise that he had family obligations to get back to. 

Charlie Delta really missed out this year, as we spent a fair amount of time emptying ammo into the far banks of the lake each afternoon.  I texted CD picture after picture of the women of Blownstar with an impressive array of firearms, just to get under his skin.  Alas, I didn't get a photo or video of the hot piece of brass that went down Georgia's bikini top, resulting in a pants-wetting hilarious dance and excited vocalizations as she tried to rid herself of the searing casing.

The other usual suspects deserve mentioning - but for the sake of privacy, I won't call them out by name.  I would like to thank my friends from Louisiana for the lovely gift.  Your time will come.

There was, of course, much talk of current events and politics - it is so refreshing to share conversation with intelligent people.  Even when we disagree, we do it amicably and with fact based dissension.  Except for that sidewalk argument about pyramid schemes.  The instigator left before I had a chance to check for pink Cadillac tread marks on his back.

It was fun to hang with a bunch of younger folks, friends of the family that owns the ranch.  Georgia earned the nickname 'Earth Mother', as she held court encircled by ten or twelve 18 - 20-somethings sitting on the grass around her, enthralled by her tales.  I am sure the kiddos thought us all boring old folks, but we out-partied them, before and after, and still have money in the bank despite our debauchery.
 
Our resident party planners did a great job again this year, I hope they know how much they are appreciated.  Can't wait to do it again next year.    


6 comments:

CenTexTim said...

Wish I could have stayed for the whole thing. Maybe next year...

CharlieDelta said...

Interesting, as I did not get one text from you, or from an out of state number. Seriously, you must've sent them to someone else?

Harper said...

Kerrcarto must have told me the wrong number (no way it was my mistake). I wonder who got the snarky comments and pictures of H2O and Georgia with assault rifles?

CharlieDelta said...

It's kinda funny they didn't text back asking who it was sending them gun porn. LMAO!

Girls with guns? C'mon....I would've replied to a text like that Harper, believe me. I actually was wondering why I hadn't received any texts from kerrcarto or Paul poolside with drink in hand giving me the one-finger salute. I was sure I was going to get at least one of those a day...

The Whited Sepulchre said...

Will try to make the next one !!!

Paul said...

So Harper I don't think I told you this because I was so busy partying but it was great to see and hang with you. You're great peeps! Until next time...