JESSAY: A Dear Old Trip To West

For Thanking and Giving, we travelled away. The Away was Marathon, Texas,  and Big Bend. 

We encountered Disney Channel on our television.

We encountered some thing called Jessie. That show.

Never watch it please. It is yuck.

We stayed in little adobe cowboy homes. We sat on coolers which we promptly fell off of and now I have scabs on my knees. We ate stuffing. And stuff. And Gus stabbed a carrot with a steak knife and proceeded to rub it in everyone's mashed potatoes and turkey and sparkling cider and anchovies and we all bit her. Gus was loved muchly for all of her efforts to have sharing 'round the table! While wearing fancy dresses. Actually, young Teo, Ole Gavriel ,and the brother of me (Rat), Felix, did not wear dresses, much to our disability. And death.

I salted my brother's sparkling cider. Bother. I salted the mountains also as well. 

Then we went climbing on stuff. Then we were on top of a mountain ha. We sat on the two types of rocks: saddle and pudding. Ah yessy!

Here are our late-ish fall-like photographs, in the blessed landscape of Marathon, Texas.

We went prancing in Alpine, where we had delightful goat's milk and caramel wafer like objects, from a raspa company called Murphy St. Raspa Co. which is a delightful Murphy St. Raspa Co. It is probably a nicer Murphy St. Raspa Co. than that other Murphy St. Raspa Co.

We also bought and read aloud a strange children's novel called Mariah Loves Rock! It was detestable to be around it. The book. Boog. 

That is correct, good bye! Have Bar Ge.

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There.

Yes, We Said It!

Yes, I said it! Maybe! I am a terrible idiot raised in the mountains by elephant-flavored wolf bathmats and unworthy of proper manners of living. I must be locked away in a cave wherein there are no small childrens for me to harm! I am a barbarous creature (craeture!). 

Anyways, a few bazillion years ago, Le Rainbow Rat and me, Bus, and Le Rainbow Ratticus' mother went to a fashion show a JUSTINE'S, a lovely little friend. In fact, our dear companion Eva often goes on about how she goes there dressed in opera gloves and a veiled hat. 

So there we was. We was there. 

(Picture of us looking fabulously glamorous, of course. Hey, don't add a picture here, okay? Great. Cool. Oh wait. I found the picture below on one JOHN PESINA'S BLOG. That's right, he took our picture. There.)

SO this place called Blackmail is a nice place to be at all hours of the day. It is living on South Congress, so Rat and I often step in. And the fashion show was of the owner and designer of many clothings of Blackmail, Gail Chovan. Everyone who is anyone was there, of course, because after all, Gail Chovan of the aforementioned Blackmail is all the rage. Of course. Who did not know that? Everyone who's no one of course!

So there we was, amongst the glamorous Austin people and a lot of cupcakes and no chairs for us and some French music and some water glasses and a long runway that was very long and stuff. And there was the camera of the Rat. She kept saying, "AGH. I have need for a real camera!" as it took a picture of the empty runway directly after the model had exited the premises. But still, she took some lovely photos and anyone who's anyone has a terrible camera. Of course! So there went some pictures! WOW!

All of the models had piled hair and FABULOUS boots that Gail Chovan is rumored to have made herself! Yes, we said it! Maybe!

What a kind full skirt! A million is the kind, I bet.

We adored this dress because of its lovely ties and wraps and intricate foldish things strewn about the front.

What intriguing hair! I guess it is times a million.

WOW! That's Juanita Escovedo, this lovely person of ours with whom we went to after school Shakespeare! Is she not stunning? Necklace. Good.

Oh huzzah! What wonderful dress it be!

Ah, the model removes her hood!

And promptly leaves.

 We rather agreed that this one was our favorite!

 Yes! Good job necklace! We think that you are a winner!

Shoulder spaghettis are approved.

We argued profusely about what was the best kind of model: annoyed, happy, sad, medium, thrilled, terrified, garbage can, bored, uncomfortable, comfortable, other, friend by the name of Juanita, etc. But all of the garments were quite exquisite and it was an utterly stupendous show, especially the small cupcakes and the guys with western shirts who screwed lightbulbs in at the beginning. One kept on flickering. It was fine. Then we built a shrine to it. Nope. HOW? What ever. I'd tell you but I nevermind.


Well, anyway. Bye.
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