Raining...

Went to Palo Duro.
Took the day off. Left Friday at 1 p.m.
Arrived at 6:30, just in time for all-beef craziness.
Called Red on the way to get the "Code."
Overshot the Texan, as it was raining, and we've never even considered eating there.
Stood in line with Ovulator, AND Good Vibrations.
Drank a margarita.
Got seated before nearly everyone else.
Discussed the potential quality of the food.
Witnessed Ice Berg Lettuce disguised as a salad.
Decided to not orders steak.
Spoke with the gentleman next to me, who is a professional storm chaser.
He told me of two hurricanes, err, no, tornadoes that almost happened.
Lefty lamented the rain.
Storm man called the soup exquisit.
Music came to the table.
Luckily, we somehow avoided the Yellow Rose of Texas, to which we would have been obliged to sing "Incest time in Texas."
Ho Paint, Bubble, CQ, Whiney HO, Batt, etc. were being seated.
We sang, "You don't have to call me darling, darling"
We missed Power Phart.
Chihuaha Balls and Penile Probe ended up on the stage.
72oz of meat is too much to eat at one sitting.
Even for Chihuaha.
Peeing on the stage, while eating, with a trash can between your legs, and then puking anyway, was only funny because of the margaritas.
The burger was not worth it.
Mike liked his chicken fried steak.
A long table of hashers was seated. Peaches and Bovine, EF, Beaver and Showtime.
I found Slinky sitting with Yes I Wood and PP. And Jens. And Hilde. Next to Chicken.
I drank tea.
FInally, finally, everyone was served.
We retreated to the van.
Drove to the canyon.
Stopped to buy Ice.
Got there too late, and the code had been changed.
Parked in the side lot and threw up the top.
Slept.
Slept in.
Missed Red.
Pulled in our spot and soon met the people next door.
Richard. And Not Pat.
Pat is his wife.
Pat is in Hospice with Alzheimer's.
Richard has a nice friend. They were lots of fun.
Sent Mike to run Eagle.
Took doggies walking.
Chopped onions. Chopped carrots. Chopped squash.
Threw away mushrooms. Way too much slime.
Drank a beer.
Walked up the highway.
Climbed up the canyon.
Entered the ON IN.
Missed Red and our buddies.
Ate PB and Nannas.
Tied up the dogs near a trailer on wheels.
Watched rain approaching.
Crawled under trailer.
Waited an hour.
Doggies were dry, but I had to pee.
Decided to screw it.
Climbing into pickup.
Held onto Jenna.
Rode dodging raindrops.
Thanks Circe, muchly.
Loaded our cargo.
Didn't dry doggies.
Drove to the city.
Watched for more rain storms.
Got a hotel room.
Took a hot shower.
Left doggies sleeping and went to the diner.
Ordered the pork chops.
Heard of tornadoes.
Laughed at the she-man, who drank too much coffee.
Watched Crossing Jordan.
Scoped out our playmates.
Rescued the Doggies.
Slept through the party.
Rose very slowly.
Ate at the IHOP.
Missed Red completely.
Drove to the homestead.
Found it was scorching.
Wished it was raining.