I had a feeling we couldn't leave this place without seeing at least one of them one more time....
Yesterday before dinner, Chris and I were off in the woods having a beer and chatting, and when we got back Meg and Kate told us we had had visitors. Cley, of Rodeo Tavern Cowboy fame, came by looking for us. Nobidy knew where we were, and he said they would return after dinner. As promised, I wasn't even done my brownie and ice cream when a big truck pulled up and two cowboys stepped out. Carter wasn't one of them -- apparently he went back to Willcox -- but Cley brought his buddy Wes. I guess to have someone for Chris to fawn over. Very considerate of him.
Wes was the rancheriest rancher I have ever met. Sweat-stained cowboy hat, bad sunburn, bad grammar, cockiness and horseshit on his shirt. For real. And he knew before he left with Cley to come stalk us that he was going to be seen by two lovely Canadian ladies...
They stepped out of the 3/4 ton truck with cans of Coors in their hand. What a turn on! We got hugs and the whole sad song and dance about us not calling. So Cley had come to whisk us away for the evening. He knew we were leaving soon, because his friend was at the Tavern when we stopped in to buy a shirt for Beth. You can't do anything in this calley (pop. 250) without the word getting around!
So the activity he proposed for that night was "driving around and having a few beers". How did he know that drinking and driving is our favourite activity??! I Asked him about the DUI he told me about last time and he said it was finally cleared up. He said this while opening a second can of beer. Coors Light this time. We made a comment about him working on his next infraction, and he laughed and said that was one of the reasons he came back to live here. To drive drunk and get away with it, essentially. His status was quickly deteriorating from "Slime Bucket" to "Super Slime Bucket". And outside of the jubillant atmosphere of the Tavern, it was less funny.
Meanwhile, Wes was slurring the same three questions to Chris and trying his best to stay upright.
On their thirs beer now, they tried their best to convince us to drop the plans that we had (that I sort of exaggerated the importance of) and go with them. We compromised by chatting with them briefly in the parking lot of the Station (getting looks and sly smiles from the volunteers and researchers walking by). Most of the conversation involved telling them we wouldn't go with them (or sleep with them) and avoiding their flirtations ("No, Cley, I will not tell you I love you in French..."). At this point, I couldn't resist asking about Mindy. You'll remember, Mindy was his "kinda sorta" girlfriend that lives in Tuscon and showed up unexpectedly the last time we saw the boys at the Tavern. I had nothing to worry about, though. Cley told me they "split sheets" last week. Lucky me.
When we asked for Carter, the two got all jealous of how the "nice guy" was the ones the girls wanted. They should really learn to take a hint.
Anyway, they finally drove off, drunk and honking. We got Carter's last name and Cley's mailing address so we'll send them postcards from Ottawa and be done with it.
End of Chapter.
Good grief!
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