Well, I lost the bet that I reported on earlier.  I said that this would be the year where I would have absolutely no rodeo romance, to the tune of $10.

I lost. An Eburg local decided to fall in love with me, so I had to face the music and pay my bros.

Damnit.

But that's just one minor set back to this fantastic adventure.

I moseyed downtown yesterday to find different sub sets of friends at three locations.  Naturally, I went to all of them.  I spent time with about 20 of my pals at the Palace for hours.  Most of us were sitting at the long bar and we were playing thumbmaster, which was funny every time.  One of the girls had a fake toy rodeo gun that she had strategically placed in her holster.  Any time people got smart, we put a cap in their as*.  That never got old, either. I was a juke box hero, especially with the perfect rodeo pick: Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive."

BFF Joy showed up after she got done watching the rodeo (I've decided to avoid all of that this year and just stick to the bars) and we went to the Horseshoe where I promptly took over the dance floor with my friend Carrie.  She's from University Place, so she knows what's up.  I had enough space to break out my hip hop soldier moves and routines (I used to be an instructor).  It wasn't very rodeo of me, but the crowd went wild.

I retreated back to the Tav to find another of my dearest, Andrew.  He and I have the same last name. We were in a "relationships and personal development" class together during college. The professor asked if there were any married couples in the room because he wanted to form a panel. Andrew's eyes got big and his hand shot up in the air.  I talked him out of it because I wanted to avoid letting people know what our relationship really consisted of: Getting faded while drinking Keystone Ice (we were poor college kids), screaming the lyrics to Fugazi's 13 Songs. That's one of the truest senses of liberation that I've ever known.

So, my rodeo Sunday drew to a close with nothing more than a brisk walk back to my base camp here at the Eslinger's.

Right now I'm about to saddle up to the Starlight for their fantastic brunch.  I hear my homie Kenny is working at the Horseshoe tonight.  I might have to go check that out this evening.  Never a dull moment.

I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all.