What a Great Evening......

Hell, it was a great day, and a damm good weekend, actually....Had Lil'Wolfie til 'bout 2100hrs yesterday, took Dragn shopping in the Lowlands of Camarillo this morning, back to the Lair, a short nap, and off to the dog park with Uber.....

Seven months old, that pup.....ran himself ragged, sniffing and snarling and learning that he is simply not the big dog.....as opposed to back home...good for him, we call it socialization...

Speaking of which, the highlight of the weekend just ended. Hunger struck and we zipped up to the local haunt for some rib eye...Delicious, as you might guess.....

As luck would have it, just across from our booth sat a couple fellows, long braided ponytails and Biker gear, sipping beer and having conversation. Middle aged, grizzled and tough looking, they were intent upon explaining the benefits of Conservatism to a twenty something Obama minion......

The conversation was more than a little entertaining......the "words" were standard fare, Conservatism, Reaganomics as opposed to "trickle up" Obama-econ, the righteousness of the War in Iraq, welfare versus working for what you get, big Government.........but the Juxtaposition of the debaters....Really rough tough Hells Angels/ Mongols types......

Keeping their cool, while the young Libtard raised his voice to a wail, using his standard "words".....Bush Hitler, Baby killing....we have to LOVE and UNDERSTAND our enemies...embrace them and they will LOVE us too......

Biggest Biker finally had enough and said, "Boy, you are an Infidel. They will lie to you, rape your women and Kill you....because it's Ok in their religion.....GO AWAY."

He did.....hell, maybe I would have....rough and tumble dudes, and me with my delicate flower beside me.......Unfortunately.....or as it turned out, quite fortuitously, the fellows heard us laughing as the Peace Boy went packing. Big fellow got a gigantic grin, said something like, "You Conservatives?"

We responded in the affirmative, they jumped over to our booth, and beers and laughter continued. Good guys both of them, we had intelligent and amusing words to share, they were complete gentlemen, except for the part where the "Mongol" looking Dude offered to snap a cap in the Hippie....and all was well with the world.

The crowning moment, like a well written movie, building to the climactic scene, was when Big Fellow excused himself to the Men's room.

Moonbeam Boy came back in, a bit higher than before and plunked down in our booth to continue his raving. Dragn, without missing a beat, skootched over to him and said, "Not a good idea to sit here...."

He looked at her and laughed, at which point he found himself sitting on the floor "next" to the booth, rather than in it. Dragn does a Mean Sitting Hip Check...must be all that hockey she played as a little gurl up in the frozen wasteland of her youth......

Heh, Moonbeam got up, went as if to sit back down and Dragn made this really cute, innocent smiley face and waved him off with one of those dismissive girlie finger waggles.....

He left for good, mumbling something about "...so that's the kind of Country you want....."

Well, yes, it is, Son, a Country where we are free to associate with Like Minded People, to be free of ranting and wailing if we so wish....Toodle-ooh, Son.

We actually guffawed.....and I had another one of my "apostrophes"....remember those? Like an epiphany, but not nearly as important......

My Delicate Flower isn't quite as delicate as I had imagined....a Lady through and through, but when circumstances call.........

Watch out for the Hip Check into the glass.....
Damm, I amuse myself.

Have a Great day...I've started mine with a smile.
Wollf