Friday, December 5, 2008
"Thanks for being my un official wife/girlfriend/good advice giver"
That's what my good friend Chris said to me tonight. I mean to tell ya, when those cowboys get into the tequila they are a riot! The only time you really have to worry about a cowboy (or anyone for that matter) is when they are drinking Whiskey. That Pic above is Chris.
"Thanks for being my un official wife/girlfriend/good advice giver" what a nut.
I had nothing good to write about today and I really haven't left the house in over a week. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get out of the house. I think it would help my morale.
That being said, Chris wants me to come up to Denton where he lives tomorrow so we can go to the Ft. Worth Stockyards. Those of you who don't know what that means,no we are not going to a barn with cows and such. The stockyards is a part of old downtown Ft. Worth where the stockyards (real ones) used to be. Now its all bars and cafe's and fun things like that! I used to love going there when I was in high school as soon as I was old enough to get in to the bars. I used to come home on the weekends while I was in college to go out there too. Love it. Lot's of country bars and people dressed like you guys imagine Texans dress. Anyway, Chris lives about 45 mins from me on the way to Ft. Worth, so I am going to ask Mom if I can borrow a car and drive over there because I really want to hang out. That way I can leave the car at Chris's and he will drive to the Stockyards, so I wont be driving after drinks. He is closer to the bars so we can just take a cab home if he gets drunk too. Which, last time I was at the stock yards with him he didn't get drunk, he had to carry my drunk friend to my truck. What a nice guy. I hope I can borrow a car. Jeff borrowed mom's car the other day and it got backed over so I don't see why I wouldn't be able to borrow one. We will see. I really need to get out of the house and Chris is the only friend who even acts like they want to hang out with me around here. Blah. Morale is low my friends.
I yelled at him the other day when he texted me that he was out in the stockyards without me but I don't think it's fair to make him come pick me up because I am so out of the way.
Mr. Chris is a bareback rider (i dont wanna hear a word out of you Maria!) and a saddle bronc rider, those are rodeo sports for those of you who have no idea. He had surgery a while back on his foot so he's starting to ride again in the spring. He was good before he got hurt too!
Pictures of Chris:
See? He takes boot pics too!
Classy. Flip flops, no shirt, and a tootsie pop.
Thans for being my non-boyfriend/drunk cowboy/running buddy!