Pahrump!!! ....equals HELL!

As my journey continues I have found life, especially mine, becomes more and more strange.

Now most of you know, or at least guess, I am on the strange side. The past few months have been filled with more ups and down than an E ticket ride at Disneyland! Yes I am that old, ask your mom what that meant!. I lost my apartment of eleven years, well I know where it is I just can no longer be there. I had cancer surgery and had my lower half female parts removed. Moved into my cousins house to recoup from said surgery to find they are selling their house and am taking my last unit to get my BA after a 35 year hiatus. See what I mean by the ups and downs.....

But this story is about this past weekend, more will come later if this even posts.    My cousins needed to find an inexpensive storage company to store the furniture they are choosing to keep when they finally decide to get another house. You see they are retiring and getting into their big RV to travel the world, or at least North America. Since they are selling their home they needed a place to store their belongings that was dry. So, PAHRUMP was the chosen place. Five and a half hour drive to a place hell would not even accept! This place makes Bakersfield look good. ( sorry to my loving friends who still live in Bakersfield....love you guys!) Dirt, sand, tumbleweeds, dirt, snakes, heat and beige describes this city, but what they have is a storage bin the is inexpensive and clean. If the drive did not bore me enough, this city would be the death of me. I was so excited that my cousin said all the rooms were filled in town (why?) and that we would spend the night in Las Vegas (Yeah!). .   Well after we unloaded a ton of furniture, I was ready to party in Vegas. We were exhausted and knew it would be another hour to get to Vegas but what the hell, I wasn't driving. Chris, one of my cousin's by marriage, was told to try one of the hotels in town. Shit, I thought, why do that...Vegas, Vegas.....VEGAS, oh god please VEGAS!!!!!!... Well apparently God, had bigger plans and we got the last room in Pahrump, Nevada.  No casino, but at least it had a pool, since it was over 90 degrees and oh did I mention it was a smoking room. Walking into the room reminded my of my dads house. Stale cigarettes filled the air. Yes the room was clean and the beds were comfy, but the smell and the fact we did not go to VEGAS, was a disappointment. Trying to be a trouper, I went to the pool.  In the late afternoon heat, the pool looked so refreshing. What I did not know was apparently the water came from an ice flow. Yes it was refreshing because it was 90 degrees below 0.   I have never felt water that cold. I am a California native and have not lived back East so yes I am a woosy. At least it pulled the layers of dust off of me. Dinner is next at a place called Wuffy's. Oh hold me back folks, A place called Wuffy's for dinner.....oh boy I am excited!  Could have been in Vegas but noooooooo, Wuffy's it is. To be fair, the restaurant was pretty good. They advertised that they served the best fired chicken and home made potato chips in the world.  The world....that is a tall order ....maybe the best in Pahrump but not the world. I have to say though,  it was a pretty good fried chicken and potato chip dinner. Maybe even the best I have had, but I am still not willing to give them the title of world's best. Maybe the best in Pahrump!

After a decent, but not great nights sleep, we head off to Frazier Park, for another bunch of fun. My cousins are square dancers and they had a dance there to go to, and I could not be dropped off at the house.  Now Frazier Park is a beautiful spot, but with my luck they had a fire there and the place though safe enough to dance at was not safe enough for me to sit and enjoy the lake... There was no fire in the area but the lake was reserved for the firemen.  Great another 3 hours listening to square dance music, could life get much better.... okay I know sarcasm does not translate to the page so let me be perfectly clear, that was sarcasm. No it does not get better because a friend of my cousins had me sit outside for awhile to watch her two big Labs. First thing one of them does was to use me as a fire hydrant! Yes my life is special.  My saving grace was a visit with my dear friend Margo, who coincidentally lives in Bakesfield.  We ended up at the Mexican Restaurant the name of said restaurant...  Mexican Restaurant, not Wuffy's but then again, not Pahrump!  A nice visit over chips and salsa and a wine margarita. I guess Frazier Park does not have hard liquor. Next stop on this weekend from hell was home, not my home but my safe place for now to find, that that the realtor that is showing the house feels with a counter offer that someone placed on the house will have it sold, and they (my cousins) will be hitting the road on June 20th!. Oh yeah, my  birthday is June 19th...  So where will I be in a month, who knows, What I do know that it will NOT be Pahrump, maybe Wuffy's but not Pahrump!!!!