Harold and Gale are expert tour guides maneuvering each corner of every exhibit before and after the main attraction, not stopping to even breathe until every drop of wine is drained in the wee morning hours, the next morning. If there is the slightest hesitation, the mere hint of fatique, Harold sings 'every party has a pooper' over and over and over... And I'm usually the party pooper. I like my sleep.
With John sick, I debated should I stay or should I go? Of course with John sick, he was by default the party pooper, right?
Short debate. Rather than sit around all weekend in a germy house, I tagged along with the Greens and their extended family including in-laws, out-laws and children. Every family needs a fifth wheel.
Short debate. Rather than sit around all weekend in a germy house, I tagged along with the Greens and their extended family including in-laws, out-laws and children. Every family needs a fifth wheel.
Plus, there was no way I was gonna miss it. I was super excited to wear my cute western shirt!
The print is vintage cowboy. The snaps are pearl. The stitching is red. So what if I didn't own a Stetson?
Me- One beer, please.
Guy- Is that ALL you need?
Me- Yes.
Guy- Your shirt has a cowboy on it with horse feet. (Reaching toward my shirt, he poked the cowboy printed on the seam of my shirt pocket—the seam split the cowboy making him appear part man, part horse. The cowboy he touched just happened to be positioned on my boob...)
Me- Really? Did you just touch my boob?
Guy- I touched your shirt. (wide-smiling)
Me- Uh-huh. Step away from the cowgirl shirt, concession boy...
What's a little sexual harassment at the rodeo? And did he really say horse feet?
talya
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LOL! yeah, horse feet ... might be why he's working the concession stand instead of something, uh, a little more cowboy??
ReplyDeletemaybe so.
DeleteO heck! He's probabaly from California (since he really doesn't know his horse parts).... He's probably checking out the Dallas scene for the next Kardashian Klan's next show....
ReplyDeleteNo he looked home grown.
DeleteWe were very excited that you came!! And you were not a fifth wheel but a great addition to the party. Pinky even said so!! We very much hope you and John make this a regular event with our growing group!
ReplyDeleteWell as long as Pinky's okay with it!! It was great fun. John's still sick today...:((
DeleteMaybe it is a good thing that John wasn't there or he might have had to beat that boy up! Here's hoping that John has a complete recovery real soon!
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of your "first rodeo". We went to a rodeo in Manila, AR with Ginger & Steve Cockerham. You were about 2 years old, I think. We came back to their house and had home-made peach ice cream. YUM. MOM
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised I don't remember this.
ReplyDeleteCan not believe he poked you in the boob! LOL Guess you just never know what might happen at the rodeo.
ReplyDeleteKathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
so true Kathy! It was a great people watching place boob poke notwithstanding...
DeleteI had my boob poked by a carnie at the MO State Fair once. I was only 14, so I didn't say anything. Can't believe that guy did that!!! Glad beyond words you fussed. I would, now.
DeleteWell, I believe in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth punishment; therefore, a foot to the crotch for a finger to the boob sounds pretty fair to me! That concession boy is horse senseless in more ways than one...Also, I hope John gets to feeling better soon!
ReplyDeleteGot to agree with TimH, but awesome story though!
ReplyDeleteI had that poking experience in the 8th grade. It's in my book! Funny post.
ReplyDeleteWhat a jerk! Some men don't have any home training!
ReplyDeleteSave a horse, ride a concession stand boy?!
ReplyDeleteUgh, I think not!! Minta