Saturday

It is Saturday. Time to party.

Have somes drinks. Invite some friends along for the ride. Get naked and be free.

Lady Meat Wednesday

Lady Meat!

Sweater pillows.

Heeyoohh!

The road.

Good thing about travelling 1000 miles around here is that you always have a good supply of smoked meats for sustenance.

Jerky is key two keeping good time. That and I feel like a loser eating in a restuarant by myself.

Sideboob to Sidecar

I want a Ural or vintage bike and sidecar. Extra room and motorcycle fun.

I would get the dog little goggles and hit the road.

Sidemeat

Sidemeat express.

corsets

Adventures in Tikiland

I have been relaxing to this all day.

Don The Beachcomber

Donn Beach (February 22, 1907 – June 7, 1989),

born Ernest Raymond Beaumont Gantt, is the acknowledged founding father of tiki restaurants, bars and nightclubs. Gantt, a Limestone County, Texas native, had left home in 1926 and traveled around the world on his own, scouring many of the islands of the Caribbean and the South Pacific.

A former bootlegger during Prohibition he moved to Hollywood in the 1930s. Gantt opened a bar called "Don's Beachcomber Cafe" in 1934. He mixed potent rum cocktails in his tropically decorated bar. This was such an escape from everyday life, it quickly gained popularity, especially with Hollywood celebrities.

Kerouac

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."

Sharon

Sharon Lawrence

Shari Supervixen Eubanks

The Road

I still have that strange buzz/rumble from the highway stuck in my head.. my being, I guess. 900 some miles in all.

Motels and awfully tiny pillows. Why are these pillows so small. Like midgets did all the ordering of supplies round these parts. They are as fucking tall as they are wide. You can't put 2 together. Damn it all. Everytime I role my head over I fall off and strike the mattress. Who would do such a thing? Marque De Sade brand pillows.

Finally asleep and then..... I hear "fuck me harder".  What the hell? I hear it again. I am a little confused having fallen asleep with a really nice buzz off the 6 pack of lager. "Fuck me harder". Then I hear the unmistakeable sound of a headboard slapping the wall like the bassist for James Brown hitting the strings. Ok.... I am awake. What now? I feel like knocking and asking him if he can fuck her harder. If not for her for me. So I can go back to sleep. They apear to have completed the task....... Now they are fucking talking. What kind of alpha male fucking  has a conversation about feelings after humping. Maybe he did indeed need to fuck her harder because he is awake and ready to share some deep thoughts and reflect on the previous day.

Back on the road...... It is like I am on a tread mill. The truck seems motionless and the road... the road appears to be the revovling mechanism. It makes my eyes and senses go all funny. The only thing that breaks the feeling is the heavy downpours and getting excited to sing a Charlie Rich song at the top of my lungs because no one can hear me. 

The road. I can still feel the road.

Drink of the Day

The Harpoon

1½ oz vodka

½ oz orange liquor

¼ oz lime juice

Dash of cranberry juice

Slice of lime

Add dash of cranberry juice, pour liquors and lime juice into mixing glass. Shake briskly and pour into Martini Glass. Add slice of lime to garnish.

Mitchum Sings.....

What a bad album? I am a huge fan of the theme from Thunder Road so I tried this gem out. From the fake accent to the horribly written songs.

Momma look a boo boo.......... The music is cool, but the rest is a real stinker. I hope he was hammered and stoned.

Sweater Meat Monday

The Vesper

In Ian Fleming's original book, Casino Royale (1953), Bond orders a dry martini in a deep champagne glass, asking for it to be made with three measures of Gordon's gin, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, a sweet French apertif. "Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel."

He calls this drink a "Vesper", after Vesper Lynd, the original Bond Girl.

Thunderball (1965)

Watching the 1965 Classic Thunderball set in Nassau, Bahama.

He fights Largo to stop a nuclear warhead, but I think they should all just kick back and have a drink. The money and the ladies, I would hang out Emilio Largo. He has a pool full of sharks and henchmen.

British Invasion

Ahoy

Huntin' cheetahs

Ladies

Joan Rydell

Polly