Suburban Cowboy

I rode a mechanical bull! It really gets your adrenaline up and I actually found myself getting kind of pissed off when it got harder to stay on. I was eventually thown off and I didn't look nearly as cute as Debra Winger.

We also tried line dancing. It is serious cowboy business out there on that dance floor. They don't take kindly to greenfoots but we gave it a whirl. Eric and I danced what is called Swamp Thing. The song goes faster and faster and it is really hard to keep up especially when you don't know the steps. Eric is a good dancer and he already knows the Electric Slide so he had that going for him. I on the other hand, am rhytmically challenged to say it in the nicest way I can without hurting my own feelings. At one point I was just spinning around, clapping and doing jumping jacks. I crashed into one cowboy and we kind of hugged for a minute which was weird but I was feeling discouraged and needed to be held.

What was Brendan doing while all this was going on? He was stalking a waitress for jello shots. You know those girls that walk around with shots on a tray? I think their target audience is bachelorette parties and girls gone wild or guys that want girls to go wild - not usually a man walking around a rodeo bar by himself who just happens to like jello and has a hankering for something a little fancy. It all started when as a toast to Kelly's birthday, I had Kelly choose a pretty colored test tube shot. She chose purple. Brendan appeared out of no where (I think he might have already been following the jello trail) and wanted a red jello shot with whipped cream. The next thing I know Brendan is addicted to these jello shots and looking all over for the girl with the tray to do more. By the end of the night she knew his name and she was coming over to me saying that my husband said that I would pay her for the shots he just did and then he was even getting Eric to buy him his jello fix. He's a girl-drink drunk. He is going to come home with crushed dixie cups in his pockets and smelling of cherry or maybe he'll just start bringing jello powder around with him and adding it to grain alcohol while he is at work. Let's just hope this isn't a gateway into spiked puddings and laced flans. I'm going to hide my brulee burner just in case.