Cooters in the Lone Star State '10
No wonder that bull was mad!
We took funny pictures like this one . . .
(Photobombing - the fine art of spoiling a photo by jumping in on the action.
Thanks to a little technique called "cropping" this photo is suitable for posting.
Now, let's talk about about the local dress code.
In order to come to Billy Bob's Texas Honkey Tonk, the following fashion rules apply:
This is Walt, a real Texas cowboy.
I told him I was from Ohio and asked if I could get my picture taken with him.
If you go to the Liberty Bell, you get your picture standing next to it. Then you go home and show all your friends how cool the Liberty Bell was. Well friends, this is how cool a cowboy is . . . belt buckle and all.
Then, in an attempt to immerse myself in the local culture, I decided I must learn the Texas Two-Step but felt it would be inappropriate for a married woman to dance with someone like . . . Walt for example.
Luckily, this guy was available. This picture unfortunately cuts off the can of chew he had in his back pocket. Charming.
He smelled like he rolled around in an ashtray and he was missing several of his teeth, but I did learn the Texas Two-Step, and missed my computer nerd of a husband all the more.
We did do other things, like shop and eat and ride roller coasters. How about I catch you up on all that stuff in another post?
I'm no longer whooping it up in some nightclub in Texas.
I'm back to real life with night waking babies and more poopy diapers than a cowboy would know what to do with.