The high desert hooker welcomes this year's participants in the annual Cinco de Mayo get together down in the San Rafael area. There was some desire to warn "outsiders" that they enter the camping area at their own risk. The big party was also protected by fierce young warrior maidens...
Soon the campground was filled by those soon to engage their strong tequila lust...
But while the day is young and the campsite setup near complete, a short rest before the sin and degradation would begin.
But the restraint would not last long... Furs and first drinks...
Resulting in the first dead soldier...
And unbridled lust...
And madness... (something about a Hollywood goose...)
Then a tribute to Hell (the late, great, party partner, not the place, we were in heaven...)...
Was it all going to the dogs?
Nope. Things were just getting started. Time for the mai tai party (Cinco de Maui???)... And our hosts...
And the pouring begins...
Which brings out the poseurs and social butterflys...
And queens... and the...
And, and, and...
Soon night would fall. Small young children would be sacrificed on a flaming pyre, although the practice stopped when parents demanded more money. Some campers, fueled by alcohol and drug madness, fled into the night, never to be seen again. Others were trampled by four wheeled agents of the devil. Many just succumbed to consumptive exhaustion. Little was left to the next day, what still survived was swept under the sand by the sassy merry maid of sun and sand... "I own this desert..."
(more to come...)