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Mechanical Bulls, Mullets and Friends

This last weekend, after having sushi with friends, we decided to go the Saloon in town.  I love saying this, because I am hoping it conjures up images of me living in Texas and wearing some sassy boots.  I really do live in the suburbs, but we do have a saloon with a mechanical bull.

After running up a bill that was more Sapporo than sushi (and it was a lot of sushi), we headed over to the Saloon.  As some of you may know, I am all for an adventure.  Before we even left the parking lot of the sushi restaurant, my husband was making me swear I would not ride the mechanical bull.  We were placing bets in the parking lot on who would ride and my husband kept reminding me that I am already a frequent visitor to the chiropractor and a bull ride would not help.  I do not think it is appropriate to bring up my aging, frail body on my birthday.

Upon arriving, I felt like the bull was calling my name, my friends were trying to talk me into it and my husband was giving me the look of, ‘I will not give you sympathy or pay for the massages’.  We decided two other friends would ride, but I would at least get on for a picture.  Only I couldn’t even get on by myself.  Maybe it was the Sapporo or the high-heeled boots, or the Sapporo, but it took the help of a friend to even get me on – it was clear riding would not go any better.  Rather I was a passionate spectator.

The only thing that could steal my attention was the 80’s band setting up.  One of the guys had a mullet and the female lead definitely rocked the 80’s – hard!  I was instantly enamored!  I was the first one on the dance floor – inappropriately early.  I drug my tolerant friends and two perfect strangers out with me.  Is there anything better than listening to an 80’s band in a Saloon, with fantastic, indulgent friends?

Well yes, let me suggest some improvements:

  • They didn’t know any Bon Jovi songs.  There should be a law that states that if you have a mullet, you know Bon Jovi songs.
  • I am too old to dance with such enthusiasm (think hamming it up – combination swing dancing and jazzercise) in high-heeled boots.  My shins, calves and ankles are still recovering.  I should have taken the boots off earlier.
  • If you can’t remember how many beers you had at dinner, don’t drink seven captain and diets at the saloon, even if you are making up for Lent.
  • When everyone wants to leave, do not explain to your husband that the two nice women you met on the dance floor can bring you home later.
  • We should have used a camera that didn’t create the devil eyes, but it’s almost fitting because I felt like the devil had strapped me to a mechanical bull and done his worst the next morning…

Yes, my friend in the picture had to help me up AND hold me up, I would have surely fallen off the back!

  1. March 29, 2011 at 6:05 am

    Oh my—-I would blame it all on the Sapporo too but I suspect you had already were headed in that direction BEFORE the Sapporo!! The devil eyes are quite attractive, btw. Sounds like quite a night!!! 🙂

    • March 29, 2011 at 3:00 pm

      Beth Ann – The Sapporo was the first drinks and yes, I was already headed in that direction! 😉 I am actually the girl who can be just as crazy and silly without alcohol, I blame the alcohol, but I would also be tempted to ride the bull after a bagel and the dance moves can be prompted by too much ice in my water. 😉

  2. March 29, 2011 at 6:53 am

    I play keyboards in a classic rock band…we pulled a gig for a “redneck birthday party” last year. The party-throwers did things right . . . aside from the live band (we rocked), they had a full bar (with bartender) and a mechanical bull.

    When we signed up for the gig, our lead singer made us promise to not ride the mechanical bull until after we were fully done playing.

    • March 29, 2011 at 2:58 pm

      John – live band, full bar and bull?! Where do I sign-up? Did you ride the bull when you were done playing?!

      • March 30, 2011 at 11:07 am

        You better believe I rode the bull when I was done playing – knocked me off in about 5 seconds…I did not get back on.

  3. March 29, 2011 at 7:57 am

    What is it about Captain and Diets that makes a person incapable of counting drinks?
    It’s like it sucks the Sesame Street right out of you.


    Still thirsty. And in need of riding a bull.

    Been there. And also had sore calves. It’s a conspiracy.

    • March 29, 2011 at 2:58 pm

      You kill me! One person should not be allowed that much wit! Sorry I have been MIA on replying to comments (and showering, and keeping up with life lately) but I have been reading every tasty word and loving it. Although there have been one to many incidents of me laughing out loud in public while reading off my phone!

  4. Cailin
    March 29, 2011 at 9:32 am

    Hahaha! Love the Saloon!

    • March 29, 2011 at 2:56 pm

      It was my first time there and I will definitely go back!

  5. March 29, 2011 at 9:43 am

    I wanna come play with you.
    That is all.

    Oh, and I love Julie: “sucks the Sesame Street right out of you.”

    • March 29, 2011 at 2:55 pm

      Seriously, I loved the Seasame Street remark! It made me think I would be so much more clever if I wrote with you two than by myself! Mads – after that baby pops out and you get past that first zero separation stage, I am taking you to the
      Saloon! We’ll figure out a way to get Julie here too!

  6. March 29, 2011 at 2:48 pm

    Hahaha…looks like you had a great time! 🙂

    • March 29, 2011 at 2:54 pm

      I have been behind on comments (and life in general lately) but thank you, it was kinda fun! 😉

  7. March 30, 2011 at 10:57 am

    Did it really take much to get you onto that bull? I’m guessing, no, and that is what I love about you. Love the photo:) Hugs, Diane

  8. April 1, 2011 at 6:45 pm

    Happy Birthday.
    When I was turned 21 I lived in Houston and we went to Gillies. My mom made me promise not to ride the bull–there was a big party planned for the next day. I rode that dam bull and I rode it better than just about anyone else–I grew up riding horses.
    The next day, I could barely walk…even at 21 I was not in that kind of shape–but I had one heck of a story to tell.
    Love the picture.

    • April 8, 2011 at 8:17 am

      I love this story Katybeth. My friend who did ride the bull had some horrific bruises on her thighs so I can only imagine how you felt!

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