8/6 #2
Believe it or not, we actually went to Deadwood today, but... Well, I suggested to Wifey that I could get us there by back-roads and a minimum of Harley traffic enroute, so she bought into that idea and we headed out. I did manage that promise just fine and 110 miles later, we popped into Deadwood. This is a town of less than 2,000 that does nothing but cater to gambling (hotels, casinos, restaurants) and souvenir shops (you know, all the old west gunfights - seems it was a real hot spot for famous gunslingers). We could not park anywhere near the hotel where the Vape Expo was supposed to be happening because there were literally
thousands of motorcycles taking up every available parking spot in town (and Sturgis is far worse this week). I figured all we could do was park in the pay parking lot about 10 blocks away, but when I looked over at Wifey, her face was turning pale and she was shaking. The sidewalks were so full of people (mostly bikers) and she has isolated herself here on the farm for so many years that she was starting into a full-fledged anxiety attack. She told me to just get us the hell out of this town right F'ing now. So I did. No vape expo for us. Oh well... I did manage to get her into Wally World in the next town over (Spearfish) to get her some shoes and shirts (really hard for me to buy her clothes when she refuses to come into "the city" so it is always hit and miss whether or not things will fit), but we had to cut that short too because the number of crazy people and the lack of decent selection was showing and she was getting angry, so I dragged her to a local burger joint (only six customers - she can handle that) and she calmed down, then we came home and did the chores, watched part of a movie and she fell asleep on the couch, so I got her in bed, finished the remaining chores, did the dishes, and now I am here. Life on the farm...
of the contest. Even if it's just to say "hi" or something else!
