Cowboys and Cuban Cigars

Yo Yo Yiggity Yo,

(Sorry... I just watched Juno. The dialogue is quite catchy). It's been a while. Blame it on (in no particular order) appendicitis, a birthday and a spa getaway with the girls. Anyway, back to the tangled spiderweb that is my life.

So last time I left off I was headed west to Jackson Hole to toast the nuptials of Randy and Daisy Walker. My first impression was that cowboys still exist in America. Jackson Hole is full of rodeo riding, smart talkin', swaggering men donning cowboy hats and boots WITH spurs. It's quite a sight. And no cowboy is larger than life than Bruce Walker, father of the bride and ex secretary of state, if you can believe that. Bruce Walker commands presence. You can hear his spurs jangle a mile away and when he comes into view, puffing away on his cuban cigars, you practically quake in your own boots.

Don't get me wrong... he's not a bad guy... jusst a little bit intimidating. Secret service men crawl around his ranch, aptly named The Homestead, and the walls are lined with stuffed heads of large animals that evidently he hunted himself. Now do you see what I mean by intimidating?? Huge heads of moose and bear surrounded me and looked at me like I had no business being there. And that's what I felt... particularly when, at dinner, Bruce and Daisy made jokes that the sirloin we were eating had names like Daisy and Bessie and were former residents of The Homestead. What can I say? I'm an east coaster; I didn't pick up on the wild west lingo or inside jokes at first glance. That was followed by Bruce's swift excusal from dinner because of a nine o'clock "appointment", which ended at ten with light, swift laughter trailing down the hallway and the secretive adieus behind closed doors.

But now things are different. Daisy and Bruce remain close friends of mine. I may be a lot of things but first and formost I'm irresistable. You can't help but not like me. Anyway, that's the 411 on Bruce Walker. Next entry I'll enlighten you on Daisy, which is a whole story unto itself. Jackson Hole remains a favorite travel destination of mine and isn't nice to know that I have FAMILY to stay with every time I blow into town. That's all for now. Tune in next time for more of my wacky west adventure. Until later... Cheers.

Western Bound

Hey Everybody,

I'm stuck in Witchita because of a weather delay. There are better places to be stuck than Witchita I suppose but I'm en route to Catalina so I guess I really can't complain.

So last time I left off telling you the tale that it is my complicated life I had just gotten fired, I was fighting with my mom and Dolly and Hor had gotten hitched. Things got infinitely better after that. The perpetual gray cloud that had taken residence in my head began to lift and believe it or not, I was looking forward to the prospect of toasting another wedding. Well, one day anyway. Problem was, there were no prospects on the horizon. Until Daisy Walker called.

Daisy called on a random Thursday afternoon in January. I had never met Daisy Walker before and had no idea who she was but she had a western twang that I found oddly charming and she was very persistent. Turns out Daisy was engaged to Randy Rhodes... the quiet, somewhat pathetic, cowboy I had met at Sam and Ella's wedding who was a friend of Dolly's. Dolly had told me at the time that Randy had had his heart broken over some vixen of a girl. Turns out that vixen was Daisy. Anyway, things seemed to have turned out inifinitely better for them after all. Anyway, yadda, yadda, yadda... Randy told Daisy about me and she called, hoping I might be able to fit them in for a February wedding. I wasn't the sought after "it" girl I am now (it was my pre-celebrity period) so I had no problem making room in my already empty schedule. It's not like I had a job to go to. So I accepted. Little did I know at that time that Randy and Daisy's wedding was going to have a profound affect on me. Not only did it catapult me into semi-celebrity stardom and kick off my career, but it affected me more than the other weddings in some ways. I began to change on the inside.

So just how did Daisy and Randy's wedding change me? To hear more about my adventures in Jackson Hole tune in next time. And you won't want to miss making the acquaintance of Bruce Walker, Daisy's dad. To this day, he is still, I think, the most eccentric character I've ever met, and I've met a few in my time... believe me. But until then... cheers