Just back from the little town in the southwest called Prescott. Downtown has changed somewhat. But I did enjoy seeing the cowboy wranglers out on Saturday while I drank my Latte and read in the big town square. I had to grab my hot pink umbrella because it sort of down poured all over everyone and just about ruined the Porsche car show. They frantically went to wipe down their cars after each speck of rain. The weather was fab with afternoon showers each and every day. Well the first of the week I went down to Whiskey Row to some of my fav. galleries and shops being the Arteest that I am. I have to say that I was hesitant at time to enter such shops as these strange looking individual all in black and they were outside with their faces painted red/green/ white and black and had spikes coming out of their foreheads. Well, honestely it made me wonder just about their poor moms. Do you suppose it makes them proud? Anyhow I noticed that by the weekend these scraggly folks were no longer lining the streets. So perhaps they were moved out. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy artistic expression and freedom, but not scaring the living daylights out of the tourists and the locals. So this one goes out to the clown that made smooching catcall noises at the ladies when they walked down the street. Yes , we did notice him, yes we thought he was sad and not funny at all, and wanted to give him a rehab phone number or something. However, if that was the attention he was seeking we noticed. But more than that, he needs a really good haircut and facial. BTW check out De Lovely spa, they do a nice face job there.
//later sunny
