A few years back, Cow had to travel to Santa Barbara for a wedding in the family. It was really sweet - an outdoor affair under the trees at dusk, with flower petals paving the way to the minister up front. The floral scent that wafted up as those hooves crushed the living daylights out of those petals was just heavenly. You might say that the wedding was bovinely divine, but I wouldn't, because that would be cheesy.


The day after the wedding, Cow did a little exploring. Here she is taking a stroll along the palm-tree lined boulevard across from the beach. She had to move off the sidewalk to allow a herd of nuns to pass, and she managed to get one of them to take her picture. I think it turned out quite nice.

Funny story: after this picture was taken, the nuns turned around to see a naked Elvis strolling along the path strumming a guitar held strategically over his naughty bits. They all screeched a little scandalously, but he was really good, so they hovered around pretending to make small talk with Cow while surreptitiously listening to the naked Elvis. After three or four songs, they so far forgot themselves as to ask for his autograph, but when he started to shift the guitar to get a better angle for signing, they screamed and took off in all directions, like black dandelions scattering on the wind. Cow keeps her autographed picture of Naked Elvis in her bathroom.

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