We're off to the rodeo this weekend - yee ha!
Of all the small world coincidences, the remote town where E's family is from is the site of the 2nd largest rodeo in the country after the Calgary Stampede.
So we're heading north instead of west so I can get my fill of cowboys. I have been begging and begging and begging to go to the rodeo. E has a 'been there/done that' attitude toward the whole thing (of COURSE he used to ride broncs - this is E we're talking about). I'm hoping I don't get freaked out by all the people, and that I can manage to soak up enough detail for possible future use. Writing is becoming my excuse for making all kinds of crazy requests, and so far it's working.
I even get a cool hat out of the deal. : )
*title reference to lyrics by Kid Rock (Trackrick style)