Hmmm, that's a very interesting paint spot down on the ground over there

Wow, I am a tad dizzy methinks. That rum concoction sure was mighty delicious. Gosh, all the wee horses are so cute. Maybe I can ride them too.

"Now where did old Fitzey go, that critter?"

An hour later I stumbled out the bar. A tad worse for wear.

Madame Boheme beckoned me over to the bar

There was a lot of hilarity and slapping of knees. The drinks were fast and furious. Surely one wee tipple would not hurt anyone.

All were elegantly attired in costume period pieces

All were speaking in twang.

Ah Madame Boheme was holding court

Her dirty women were all inside right enough.

I surveyed the scene beyond... gorillas, cowboys, dirty women, what was my next trick?

Inside sounds of singing, card playing, guffawing, drinking, chortling, hands slapping on thighs, whistles, feet tapping, skirts rustling.
Outside - nada. Ok so to go in...

One last flourish of the chapeau for effect went very so slightly unnoticed by Molly and Fitzey.

Darn it, all that horsing around had left me pretty beat. Time for 40 winks in Madame Boheme's hotel which provided both clean sheets and dirty women. I was in need of both as getting nowhere with either the men or horses made me opt for change of tactic.

"Oy, you get off my Molly, that's private property you know."

He was none too friendly either, the spittle dribbling from the corner of his mouth, was not in the least fetching.

"Oy, Fitzey, where I hail from, Bonnie Scotland, for those ignoramus out there that don't know, horses are for sharing. Molly and I were just chewing the cud till you come back."

"Master, she wanted me to go to the Pavilion. But not I, not I would follow another 's command as I am your faithful steed till the end." Molly shook her head with noble loyalty and love.
Jeez what a dullard of a horse thought me I had more fun with the wee ponies, so I did, and so off I slid.

At that moment Fitzey the gold cowboy flung open the doors. "Where's my horse?Who's on my horse. I got to get home for me Missus." open

I struck my most glamorous Vogue pose, with Glentuckky's red hat tossed high above my head, hoping to win a smooch. I smiled my most lovely of smiles. My ebony hair tossed in the wind.

Ok so where to now? Want to check out the Pavilion area cage action? Just a short trot over the field.

Watch out for art pieces, fire spinners and staggering Pexus happy campers. Giddy Up! Let's go! And Off !
But the horse moved not one inch, happy to stand awaiting his master. Does no one obey me these days? Grrrr...

Ahhh, now we are talking. A giant wooden horse stood invitingly by the swing doors , it was alone and in sad need of attention.

"Hey, Tonto, who do you belong to, fair ,gallant steed?"
"Why the Gold Cowboy is my Sire. But a lass as lovely as you should set on up in the saddle here.. Neigh !"
"Don't mind if I do," I hoisted myself gingerly into the saddle which seemed a few miles from the ground, especially after the whiskey shots from the Pexas Saloon.

Hmmm... Let me impress this outstanding gentleman with the gold blouse and sexy swagger with my animal loving skills

I walked up to the mini horses left by their trusty riders ,who were drinking up a storm in the saloon, hoping to befriend them in some dramatic and awe inspiring way.
But the cheeky wee ponies ignored my charms and continued munching on their little fake carrots. The nerve, don't they know the SP is in town.

I decided it was about time I headed down to Pexas to find me some trouble

Way down south in Pexas things were getting nice and interesting. Some spicy cowboy action was to be had for those strong of heart.

Rebecca puts a new meaning on sexy swim ware

She is braver than me!

Cabin fever with Tim the Enchanter

I struck gold sharing a cabin with Timbo.

Lovely Leo My own private lifeguard

He is preparing for the wild river swim and protecting the SP

Three Pex Virgins bonding by the cabins

These three lads played music and jammed their way through Pex.

The SP makes some new friends

Three lovely lads all ready to be LLS !

Meanwhile the Pex People Soup gets fuller and fuller

Playing with floats, squirting your friends , dancing in the pool - anything goes but actual swimming!

Evian and I dance the pool hussle

Boy can that guy move!

DJ Small Change gets the crowd going

The pool was the place to be especially for Jim's set.

Pexus prisoners were tossed in jail regardless of their crimes

This meant the jail had a waiting line.

Men in tutus is the norm

But put them in a cage for the whole thing to pick up a notch!

I forsake red, white and blue and patriotism for leather and sultryness

The SP was out on the town

We want you said Uncle Sam, also known as Glentuckky!

For a Pex virgin, he did himself proud!

Red, white and blue was the It Color for July 4th Meso Christo party

Together these girls are surely the
American Dream

Stop pretending you like Dubstep sported by Tim the Enchanter

Prize winning Tshirt , I could not agree more Timbo!

Patrick and the SP have their annual Pexunion hug

Nice!

Kurt and Mary have a Pexunion after we lost Mary for a few hours

Turns out she had simply fallen asleep ,panic not , Sir Kurt.

Meso Christo was my fav spot

Aye aye Sir

Hide from over zealous admirers in a tree

Greg the Gorilla kept a close look out from the tree hoping no one would spot him , fat chance!

Escape the sun and chillax at the Disorient camp

The Meso Christo tent across the pond is the late night dancing destination

Crossing the bridge can be tricky watch out.

All night dancing takes place both in the Pavilion

Pictured here at dawn

The Pex Pool People Soup simply gets hotter

A Pex tradition is to try and cram as many folk as possible into one tiny pool. By Sunday the pool was less than sparkling.

From New Orleans to the Burning Man Pex Summer Festival, Ramblewood Maryland

Time to transplant myself with the peeps and have some Pexunions, reunions with Pex festival goers from last year. Good afternoon all my LLS!