A couple of weeks before the holiday break, I met up with my old friend Stephanie. We grew up together (she calls me Katy Jo, an indicator that she’s known me awhile). Our friendship sort of dissolved when we got impatient with each other a few years back.
And then time passed, and we realized that it was time to reconnect and forget about the foolishness of the past. Good friends are hard to come by.
So tonight I met up with Stephanie again, and we went to Cowboy Jacks for some drinks and an appetizer.
It was packed when I got there. Stephanie was running late due to traffic, so I high-tailed it to the bar. Then I just stood there awkwardly, too dazed from the pace of things, trying to shake off the computer-coma from work, shrug off my uber long scarf, and take off my faux-fur coat that was making me self-conscious in this low-key place. Luckily, some lady at the bar got the bartender’s attention for me, and the beer helped me relax while I waited.
When Steph showed up, we got a booth (after our buzzer finally went off), and we ordered some nachos.
And we took a “shot” of jalepenos. And Steph snuck this gem of me mowing-down.
And my revenge shot just made her look cute.
And all this was topped off by our front row seats to the bull-riding.
Oh, and one more thing.
I’m doing the Polar Plunge with the Cowboy Jacks team this year. The event raises money for the Special Olympics. I need to raise at least $75 to get the reward of jumping into a frigid winter lake. So, if you have a dollar to spare (every.single.bit.helps.), please pledge my leap here.
If you send me your contact info, I’ll be sure to send donators a photo of me jumping (like this one.) Or, a picture of my horrified expression exiting the lake.