I Love Roy!

Continued...

We didn't stay long at the lighthouse island, because Rick needed to go back and take Kinky to The Gaff, for a sound check, before the scheduled 5:15 Pirate Parade. While Rick did that we shopped around Port A, looking for the funny glasses that came with thick eyebrows and a giant nose.

At one tourist trap, Carol found some temporary tattoos. "Nancy, let's play a joke on Tony. I'll buy us temporary tattoos and when we get back home, I'll tell Tony, that we got snookered and got tattooed." We started laughing.

"Yes, and I will tell him that I wanted to get a "I love Roy" tattoo, but Rick wouldn't let me." Two minutes later Carol bought a pack of five happy dolphins temporary tattoos.

At 5:00, we met up with Rick, at Giggitys Bar & Grill Restaurant, then he drove us over to a street corner, close to where the parade was to begin.

Just before the parade was to start, Carol and I had to keep ducking behind people and cars, so Kinky wouldn't see us when he was driven past us, to the front of the Pirate Parade.

When the Pirate Parade began coming our way, Kinky was busy waving to the crowd, that lined the street. Rick, who was our "Friendly Lookout Man" kept telling us to duck or hide and when Kinky neared, Rick said, "Now, get out there!"

Carol ran and I skipped to the curb's edge. We hollered, "Hi, Kinky!"

He waved to us and to the crowd and then he took a double take at us. Then a giant smile came over his face, "Nancy and Carol are here!" Then he started laughing. "I can't believe it."

As soon as Kinky and his entourage passed, we jumped into Rick's car and took off for Giggity's Bar & Grill Restaurant, because Rick knew the parade route. A minute later, when Kinky came around the corner,  Carol and I yelled, "We got you, Kinky!" Then all of us started laughing. Then we went back to the dock and jumped into the boat and Rick took us back to the island, so we could rest a little.

Around 7:00, we returned to Port A, to eat dinner at Giggity's Bar & Grill Restaurant, before going to Kinky's concert. Our fresh fish dinner was mouth-watering delicious and John, The Friendly Bartender" was a fantastic bartender. He was friendly and he had a fabulous sense of humor. He kept us laughing, throughout our dinner.

Kinky's concert, at The Gaff, was so much fun. He was great, as always and the crowd loved him. During Kinky's performance I met several nice people, who came up to meet me, because like us, they too love animals. In fact, two very nice women told me that they were coming up in November and they would make a point to come visit us and take a tour of our rescue ranch. And I am looking very forward to their visit.

Following the great concert, Rick took us back to the island. We spent the rest of the night laughing and trading tales.

Friday morning, Rick cooked us a delicious breakfast and then he took us back to Port Aransas, so we could head back home.

When we got to Bandera, Carol pulled over in Church's parking lot, so we could put on our temporary tattoos. I had to use my survival utility tool, to cut out the temporary glittery tattoos we wanted. (I knew I would need to use that tool some time.) Then we applied them to our arms, just above our wrists and then we took off, laughing.

When we arrived back safely, Tony came out to greet us and when Carol started telling him the fib, about us getting tattoos, he stopped her in mid-sentence. "Carol, I know you are lying, because Nancy would never get a tattoo, because she hates needles.

And that is about it for tonight, because I have jetlag or laugh-lag and Carol has just called me and she does, too. Just so you'll know, I rubbed my tattoo off within three hours and Carol removed hers as soon as she got back home with Jake and Scout.

Y'all have a great evening!

We're Back!

We're back! Carol's and my Cowgirl Sisterhood "Spur of the Moment" road trip was a total blast. And it will probably have to take me two or three nightly posts to tell all. So Mari, please do not be disappointed, because you've been warned.

It all started this past Tuesday morning, when our dear friend Rick, "The Friendly Lighthouse Keeper," in Port Aransas, called me to tell me that Kinky would be performing at The Gaff, Thursday night. When we had adios-ed each other, I punched in Carol's phone number. "Carol, I must be going totally out of my mind, because Rick has just called me about Kinky coming down there on Thursday to play at The Gaff. Would you like to go down there with me?"

"Let's go!" Carol said.

"Okay. We could go down there Thursday morning and come back Friday morning."

"Have you told Kinky?" Carol asked.

"Not yet. In fact, I need to call Rick back to see if we can stay on the island."

"I think we should keep it a secret and that way we can surprise Kinky at The Gaff..." Then we made a plan and decided to leave Thursday morning at 10:00, if it was okay with Rick for us to spend the night.

Thursday morning, at 9:40, I was packed and ready to go when Rick calls me. "Nancy, just wanted to let you know that they have just decided that Kinky is going to be the Grand Marshall, in today's annual Pirate Parade, at 5:15. Y'all can surprise him at the parade instead and if you have any Miles of Chocolate left, please bring me some."

"I'm packing it into my duffle bag right now..."

As soon as Rick and I had adios-ed each other the phone rang again—it was Kinky. "Nance, Brian and I are leaving the ranch around 10:00. And to let you know that I've just been upgraded to Grand Marshall status for today's Pirate Parade."

"That's great news, Kink," I said, trying to sound surprised, as I began nervously pacing the floor. "Congrats..."

Carol arrived promptly at 10:00. While Tony helped her put Jake and Scout in The Okay Corral, so her dogs could spend the night here, I carried my duffle bag and a new box of wine to Carol's car and began telling her about us possibly running into Kinky and Brian Kanof, on the road, because we were leaving at the same time. On my second trip, I carried out the warm peach cobbler, that I had baked earlier in the morning, for Rick, because he loves my peach cobbler as much as he loves Miles of Chocolate.

After we had adios-ed Tony we took off. "Carol, now if we see Brian's car leaving the ranch at the same time, I'll duck, so they won't see me. They might have already left, so we'll either be ahead of them or chasing them down to Port Aransas."

Carol and I laughed non-stop all of the way to Port A and my back was starting to ache from all of the laughter. We stopped in Sinton, just long enough to eat lunch at the Dairy Queen and to go to the Dollar General.

The reason we went to the store was to buy a couple of pairs of those goofy-looking, kid glasses, that have thick eyebrows and a big nose, because Carol had suggested that it would be funny if we wore them as we stood on the curb, looking incognito, as Kinky's Grand Marshall golf cart passed by us.

That Dollar place didn't have any, so we laughed all of the way to the Wal-mart, in Ingleside, about us surprising Kinky and the reaction that we would get from him, when he recognized that it was us. We didn't find any at Wal-mart.

We arrived in Port Aransas at 3:20. Rick immediately noticed that I had cut five inches off of my ponytail and then he quickly whisked us away to the private island, to hide us from Kinky and to let us drop off our stuff, because he had just talked to Kinky. Brian and Kinky had just boarded the ferry and would be arriving in Port A at 3:30. Without knowing they had chased us.

To Be Continued...