Clicking the pics is a good way to get into a partying mood.
My boondocking spot at the Pima County Fairgrounds. You can see the real campground in the background. I'm the only one here so I have plenty of room, and for the first time, they actually put a dumpster here so I don't have to schlep my trash bags over to the real campground. In case you're wondering what that big three sided box is next to the dumpster, that's where the horse people shovel all their horse manure when their camped here. I don't know why they don't just leave it on the ground, it's not that the boondocking area couldn't use a little fertilizer.
My favorite night of the year is almost here. I've rented one of the event buildings here at the Fairgrounds and invited two or three hundred of my closest friends to be in attendance at the most lavish party Tucson has ever seen.
I've invited numerous movie stars and some of the most famous athletes in the country, if not the world. But scheduling that many "A" listers of that magnitude to all be someplace at the same time is challenging to say the least, so if all of them can't make it I'll understand.
Not being a "name-dropper," I won't be saying exactly who will be at this gala soirée. But, there will be Captains of Industry, Tycoons, Magnates, Financiers, Moguls, and Grand Pooh-Ba's of every persuasion, including the richest man in the country who asked to remain anonymous, so let's just say he's a "Prime" businessman that promises "next day delivery."
Now, if you didn't receive an invitation, don't take it personally. Due to stringent Covid restrictions, I'm restricted from inviting otherwise restricted persons that are restricted by their own states restrictions from being in other states that have restrictions on restricted individuals.
So, the people I've invited are rich and famous enough that they're not restricted by any restrictions. Because the rich, the famous, and the powerful, have a special immunity from troublesome restrictions during a pandemic, and its not a vaccine, it's an American Express Black card carried in a Stefano Ricci wallet next to their heart.
Well, I've got a million things to do, and not much time to do them, the clock is ticking and the 12 o'clock midnight celebration will soon be upon us, and I have to get over to the event center and sign for a truckload of champagne.
If I'm still partying tomorrow, and don't have time to write my blog and talk in great detail about all the incredible things that went on at my party, just pick up any newspaper, New York Times, the London Times, or the French paper Le Monde And you'll be able to read about the highlights.
My view of the mountains from my boondocking site.
I was taking a picture of the sunset and was lucky enough to have a passenger jet fly over.