OK, let's have a Party,
We are no party animals, but when friends came by yesterday and asked us whether we would go to a party in town we accepted.
The party was at the Silverado Ranch and the reason they had it was Enrique's 65th birthday. A birthday party. We had been at "The Ranch" before, so we knew a bit about it. A big open hall with walls at the small ends only, and open to the sides is the place where it happens.
Shortly after our arrival a 4-man band assembled on stage. (Yep, they have a stage!) and started to blow the tunes of the fifties and sixties. It was good music but LOUD. I saw other snowbirds installing their earplugs. In fact they were dancing with earplugs. We didn't bring ours - how would you know about it? So we sat tight, hoping for a break. There was somethig else I had forgotten to bring - a warm jacket. See, it was a cool day out here and I should have known. So in order to stay warm we milled with the other dancers.
Enrique and his wife Elvira have a lot of friends between snowbirds and have been known to throw a party from time to time. There is always lots of food, drink and dance. A couple of years ago they had hired a full-blown Mariachi band. THAT brought the old legs to moving around.
When the first band quit after an hour, another band mounted the stage. The new band had a couple of real oldtimers working the instruments over and some were Enrique's and Elvira's family. Have you guessed it that they are Mexican? . Their music was many decibels lower and somehow increased the number of dancers rapidly.
We had some food but with the outside temperatures I felt a shiver creeping up on me, so we took our farewells and thanks for the company.
After warming up in the coach and a coupla hours later our neighbours popped over, and we played cards for a while. Well, they taught us a new card game. Don't even know the name of it, but we had great fun.
And that was Saturday.
Now, looking out of the window I can't see the sun. A cloudy day and if I remember it right the weather guy had annonced "a chance of rain". Normally, that doesn't happen out here, and if we get rain, then it might be a torrential one. In that case we have only one way out of here - the old broken Hwy 80, as the dirt roads will be transformed into mud beds.