Seems whenever I have a million things on my mind, and a lot of reponsibilities -I go and do something crazy like attend a PRO-Rodeo. That's right... I said Rodeo. You haven't seen anything til you've witnessed a show horse do a dance and prance around as if in Cabaret. Mr. P decided to combine Spanish hustler with brokeback mountain--
Mr P. was filled with a jealous rage--mostly because all the real Cowboys looked so grand in their stay press slacks and huge belt buckles. They could see right through his sissy leather vest. After the Rodeo we stayed and attended the country dance. Those bucking bronco cowboys have groupies. Serious David Lee Roth style groupies. Mr. P. attempted to learn a little line dance. This was met with much laughter.