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Escape from the Day Spa


Photo by Adrian Motroc on Unsplash, used with permission

Escape from the Day Spa

Our hair is neatly coiffed and our fingernails are lacquered,
but they’ve been at us for hours and, frankly, I am knackered.
They’ve elevated eyebrows and plucked chin hairs at random.
Two people worked an hour, massaging me in tandem.

This day trip to the beauty spa once seemed a good idea,
but I’ve found it as annoying as a junket to Ikea.
Everything goes on and on. There simply is too much.
First there’s this and this and this and then there’s such and such.

And though it’s meant to calm me, I find I’m feeling goaded.
When it comes to things and services, I’m simply overloaded.
“I know” I tell my friend, “I should be finding it relaxing,
but I feel the opposite. I find the process taxing!”

I need to steer us out of here before she finds another
way for them to soak us or to pluck or curl or smother.
Before this spa day started, she’d assured me it was fun,
but now its time for me to declare that it is done!!!

I need a gin and tonic and perhaps a wild dance
to loosen all the hairpins and give my hair a chance
to escape the close confinement of gel and goop and spray.
I’m tense with relaxation. I need wildness in my day!

Give me a seedy roadhouse and some honky tonk guitar.
Some cowboys with their cowboy boots propped up against the bar.
Some line dances and two-steps to work up a little sweat,
and I’ll be about as relaxed as I’m ever going to get.

IMG_1017jdb photo of the Mint Bar, Sheridan, Wyoming


Prompt words today are trip, knackered, random, elevate and steer.

Meet You at the Mint

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For 109 years, people have been saying “Meet you at the Mint” in Sheridan, Wyoming.  The oldest bar in town, some of its stories are written on the walls, others rebound in the memories of some of the old timers who go there.  The photo on the back wall over the pool table shows a lone cowboy astride his horse watching a mile-long string of cattle make their way through the snow.  Below the photo, the cowpokes at the pool table turned out to be visitors from Great Britain fresh from a week of cowboy lessons in Montana.  The attractive bartender enjoys the lull before the hordes descend for the upcoming rodeo, when she will be joined by 5 other bartenders to deal with the crowd. Silent witnesses above the bar give testimony to the fact that this is hunting country.  The embossed walls show off local brands.