Brothel Days

We took our kids to Virginia City and Nevada City.  They are historical towns with living museums and stage coaches and handmade ice cream and candy.

We got there Friday night and ate at the Star Cafe.  It was better food than we’d had in a while.  Then we checked into the Nevada City Hotel. There is no air conditioning and all of the fans had been checked out.  The breeze was blowing the wrong direction — it wasn’t going in our window.  So we left and went on a ghost tour.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  And then our 10 year old told our 8 and 6 year old he could hear voices.  I did not enjoy that.

The next day we woke up to find out it was Brothel Days in Virginia City.  A friend told me not to worry because our kids wouldn’t understand; as long as we skipped the lecture they had at 1pm about Brothels.

I had a feeling, however, had they seen the Bed Races they would’ve asked questions about why a woman dressed in her underwear and garters was riding on a bed while four people pushed it down the street as fast as they could.

Luckily, the train came.

I've always wanted to work in a living history museum.  But not when it's 96 degrees.

I’ve always wanted to work in a living history museum. But not when it’s 96 degrees.

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