i don't wanna be a cowboy, baby

so we went to this cowboy bar last night...

yes, in Los Angeles. we were of course expecting it to be a total dive, filled with either sad old dudes, or overly-friendly muchachos. but we promised auntie trish that we would check it out, and buy S. a drink for his 21st. so we did. things started looking up when we pulled in the parking lot and there was only one space left between all the pickups and motorcycles. it turned out to be more fun than we've ever had at a bar! there were THREE dance floors, two downstairs, and one upstairs (by the 2nd bar), full of people who actually knew how to dance. i learned how to 2-step and 10-step, and some other line dance. the best part was that i spilled my whole drink on my lap after one sip and all night got to look like an ad for bladder control medication! yay! but really, it was definately far above our expectations. there was a live band, too...they played that Charlie Daniels Band song perfectly (the fiddling one, whatever its called). the place was totally smoke-free and drinks were just $3--but S. ended up liking Shirley Temples best. we even met some team-ropers! B. and i got S. to freestyle with us to KidRock's "I Wanna Be a Cowboy, Baby", and some old ladies joined in. fun for all, man!

we will definately be back.