Save the Horse . . .

Random question of the day :

Can you describe your life as of now, in 3 words?

My Answer:
A continual adventure . . . but does 'a' count as a word?
Questioner - i don't know, i think a word has to be over 3 letters
(perhaps i should ask one of those professors who ask for 1500 word papers)



(my roommate is presently yelling at the voices in her head)



It has been over 2 weeks since our plans had been formulated. I had never fully comprehended or been acquainted with the entirety of the situation, but it seemed like it would be a momentous occasion none the less.
And so, at 9 last night we departed for our adventure.

Our final destination -Cookcounty Saloon (it turns out the closest parking is really at McDonald's). A superb location for line dancing (no matter the degree in which you are presently dancing at, from beginner [as i am presently at] or intermediate) I was informed.
Upon arriving i discovered that the bouncer was from my part of the country! ~It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small, small world~ It is rather strange at times to meet people who have ventured great distances to escape the ways of their old lives.
But to great avail? I was never presented with the opportunity to inquire upon such matters, if i return, perhaps i will query upon his success.
The saloon, which i then found my self in, was surprisingly large. It had at minimal 3 bars, a fair sized dance floor and a large number of tables.
EMPTY tables.

I looked around, and omitting the staff, there were scarcely enough people to fully wrap their arms around a B.C. tree!
We found a fairly secluded table in the corner (we were attempting to escape the crowds, don't-you-know!). Within minutes however, we were bombarded by some floozy dancers (who were wearing Big Earl T-shirts, [we suspected they worked for Big Earl's radio station]). They requested upon taking our photo for the Big Earl website. We obliged.
We sat at our table sipping drinks, anticipating the crowds to arrive by 10.
But 10 came, and 10 went, and the only adventures we experienced was my gaining of 100 cool points and Krysta and Kelsey's dancing with the Big Earl girls.
We decided to go searching for crowds. So down White Av. we went.

It did not take us an extensive amount of time to realize where the multitudes were situated. It was no a surprise that, on a game night, they were found glued in front of a T.V. set. Typical men, though i must admit, while passing the windows i slowed my pace, creating an opportunity to enjoy the game myself.
The city's team were i in overtime and it would be a while before they male race would begin to venture onto the streets again.
We decided your search was in vain.

So much for meeting some cowboys!
Perhaps we shall try this again, on an evening more common to party life, line dancing and cowboys. Though i have my doubts.

-Save the horse . . . it's more dependable then the cowboy-