The Time We Murdered The Mood At The OK Corral

There is an understanding when you attend a Star Trek Convention/Mountain Man Rendezvous/Civil War Re-Enactment that everyone adheres to "the mood". Because when character is broken, well, then it's just a bunch of adults standing around in costumes in 2011.

Usually, we're mad respecters people doing their thing circa 1884. But when we went to Tombstone and met up with the Banks family, our excitement of being reunited really trumped any protocol and/or gentlemen's agreement.

So you'll feel bad for the hard-living folk who rode their Harleys/were on weekend military leave/came from near and far to pay homage to "The Town Too Tough To Die". Because all they really wanted to do was to stroll Tombstone, get crazy wasted, play poker and maybe shoot someone/be shot at.

First, let's start out with daytime activities. Before the said mood killing commenced.

Ah kids. Everyone loves kids, right? They're so cute!



Enter the cast of players.

Uh oh. If you think this picture is symbolic of things turning ominous, you're right!

Big Nose Kate's Saloon for a late dinner. Turns out, it's not just a run-of-the-mill Applebees. (In our defense, they do have chicken fingers on the menu....it's just not so much that people show up for chicken fingers when they go there....)



And the old trucker country band? It was a perfect opportunity for the kids to get out and pretend like it was birthday time at Chuck-E-Cheese.


Don't worry, even when we knew we were ruining the "vibe", we sure did stay. Because at that point, the uncomfortableness becomes like a compulsion (Jenn you know what I'm talking about). And I can't pull away nor do I want to. I want it to build and crescendo until there's nothing left around us but broken tough man-dreams and waitresses dressed like cat-house ladies with surprisingly small tips for a Saturday night.

Our next plot is to ride an ice cream truck through Sturgis during this year's motorcycle rally blasting Justin Bieber.