It gets really hot here in Texas, but there is just nothing like a great big “pink” crackling bonfire … couple of smooooth Chocolate martinis, a gaggle of Tarty pals, Salsa & Guacamole & lotsa of “boy talk” to recharge the Tarty batteries!!!
After all, swishing the Tarty tail around the “bowl-of-life” can just suck the golden-rays-of-hope out of ya, ya know? It can happen!
nightly campfire
Originally uploaded by vintageimages.Then ya add some of this: RV has a tire that keeps going flat, sheesh! + Mavericks lost, boo! (basketball to ya foreigners!) + La Perla black lace bra was on “sale” at Neiman Marcus, not in my size … big tears here, those things sell for $175 (about the same as 12 music CDs, really!) + “he” ignored my lips & watched the movie (whatever!) + hushed whispery voice here … Could it be that I am attracted to “his” relative, more than? … Well, you can guess what I mean here + Sleep, it evades me! All this Dharma-like-drama adds up to require a = BIG HOT BONFIRE with heavy-duty spirits & all my Tarty friends in attendance ~ Glamtrashy talk at its finest, complete with the most dazzling mermaid tails
Mike R Baker has ever, or will hope to see, in his artsy lifetime!
(Oh AND, did I forget to say we had oodles of cheap pink champagne & lotsa chocolate fondue? Well, we sure did!!!!)Had ya been there … (Hmmm? We did here some strange sounds in the woods. Er, um, the ally.) Here is whatcha wouldda heard …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“Is it possible to get a four-poster bed in the RV do ya think?”
“Why not, just ask Bill to build it in the RV!”
“But Bill is so uptight that he would never agree to that! Big sigh.”
“Well THAT is just why Bill is still single, but also why he kisses so good!”
(Gales of laughter …)
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“Who went on the Gallery Tour last week?”
“Hmmm, I did, but I only made it to ONE gallery.”
“What happened? Did you buy any art? Or did you … OK, who is he?”
“No art, but I saw this really great painting of carrots & “he” said they weren’t for sale.”
“Forget the carrots! Isn’t this the guy that looks like George Clooney?”
“Yes. But I really do love those carrots … They just speak to me!!!”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh … I remember THAT guy … He’s the one with the sexy eyes! “
“Hey now, STAY AWAY from my ‘carrot guy’ cuz I saw him first!”
(Peals of Tarty giggles …)
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“OK, everyone fess up! Newest crush. Who is your newest crush?”
(Clinking sounds of martini glasses as a new round of Chocolate martinis are poured. Lotsa of thoughtful sighs & far off gazes …)
“No way am I telling you guys! And leave my ‘carrot guy’ alone. He’s kinda shy, like me. OK?”
“OK!” exclaimed loudly from all the Tarts, along with a loud clink of martini glasses ~ sealing the pact.
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“Silly Tart, keep your veggie guy … cuz my new crush is sinfully divine. His chest is just like Michelangelo’s David, his skin is the color of a Starbuck’s Mochaccino & the rest is my Tarty secret!”
(Tarty group moan! Then dead silence, accept for the loud crackles of the pink bonfire under a starry starry night. More thoughtful gazes out into the deep blue Texas sky.)
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“My crush is really just a dream.”
“Oh, those are the best! What does he look like?”
(She runs into the RV to grab the April edition of a Texas luxury magazine. Breathlessly she runs barefoot back to the group, knocking over several martinis with a free-spirited abandon. Standing in front of the group, with the blazing bonfire behind her, like a heavy metal rock band’s CD cover backdrop… She holds open the magazine and shows them a very handsome guy wearing a pinstriped suit.)
She solemnly whispers, “This is what he looks like.”
The group of Tarts slowly swish their
tails in unison, all eyes big and round as they collectively gasp “Wow!”
“And,” she then says quietly, reverently, “I’ve met him, too.”
“NO WAY,” they all titter. “Who is he & how did you meet him?”
“Tell all!”
“Ok, ok,” she says shyly laughing.
“His name is
Mark Stafford & no way am I telling how I met him, to you Tarts!”
“Awwwww, come on!”
“Nope! But …. “
“Yes,” they all cheered. “Do tell!”
“You should hear him talk. He has this wonderful British accent & he is so kind.”
“It’s kinda like, well, the only way I can explain it is this ….”
“He’s gives me the same feeling as, you know … like when you’ve had the most divine piece of apple pie that you’ve ever tasted!”
Peals of Tarty laughter blossom into the night dancing around the RV like an untamed symphony … a beautiful sound, as only heard deep in the heart of Texas!
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …
Hopes & dreams …“Woooo, hooooo! A toast to all our crushes!”
(Martini glasses held up into the night, sparkling like Chocolate martinis do ... when pink bonfire breezes wash over Tarty RVs in the heat of the night ... A time when secrets are told & most are forgot … by the light of the silvery moon!)
And to all a goodnight!
Dreamy smooches,
The Tart
; *
Moon Fire
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