Sitting at my so called work space surfing the net when my good buddy Cooker with his imperial tabernacle of wisdom strolls up to me. “Trzes have you ever heard of a place called glamisdunes.com”. “No” I reply rather shocked, just saying the name invoked visions of rolling bowls, steep walls and endless miles of perfect sand. “What is this place you speak of O great wisdom giver.” “Just go and check it out” he replies casually, a slight grin on his face and a sparkle in his eye. Well let’s just warm up the old confuser and see what good things are out there at this glamisdunes.com. Unforgiving yes, wondrous absolutely, tank of gas got that, where do I want to dune today? where else! Look at all of theses great pictures, so many people that like sand as much as I do. Who is Slappy, this man of stick and grit. Reading more I learn that I am Slappy and you are Slappy. Any one who has stopped to check on the loan rider in the dunes, or offered a total stranger his last beer is Slappy. And what is a Moofer are you Moofer am I a Moofer what is the Moofer life style, how does one acquire the title Moofer.
Fast-forward a few weeks,
A wedding, King and Queen on the Kings weekend, I shout down the row “hey Cooker, what about MLK?” “I don’t know what about it” he replies, “well are we going to ride or not.” He replies in a tone that suggests I am the biggest idiot to come off the short bus in the last 10 years. “No I thought I would paint the walls and watch them dry!” Well that takes care of that, trip planed. But where to go……. Buttercup nice but no umph, Gordon’s/ Olgiby rode out, Gecko, no to many pansies. Enter Cooker stage left……….. “How about 13.5 with the GD.com group”……… “Well find out if they will have us” his reply comes a minute later “Esco said to bring Miller light if we are to be accepted” OK GAME ON!
Fast-forward a few days,
Arriving at night sucks, especially when you don’t know where you are going and have a 33ft trailer behind you…….. Are you the GD.com group? are you?, are you?. Finally about 1:30 am we hit pay dirt or for that case no dirt just sand lovely sand. It being so late we unpacked and went to bed, wondering whom our neighbors on the sand are.
After a day driving for parts and then some time with Mother G the Cooker and I decide it’s time to make our introductions. First to Mrs. Esco thanks for showing us around and introducing us to Frank’s sauce. I am still growing back the top layer of skin on my mouth. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I need another Jell-O shot…… They ROCK, but Mr. Mystery flavor snuck up on me! Chummin Bitchen rail, you still owe me a ride. Congratulations to the newly weds! O and I can’t forget Kelster she was the one that recommended Mr. Mystery flavor……. And to the Pastor, I seem to remember the old Chinese proverb ‘He who sits in wet seat gets wet behind’.
And to all that I missed due to short memory induced by to much alcohol and way to much Moofing
, thanks for all the hospitality. You guys all ROCK! 
P.S. The weekend ended even better….. I became a new uncle Tuesday, Antonio Fuerta was born @ 10:45am ( while I was ripping up China Wall) 7lb 6oz 21in long. Mom and baby are doing well!
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