Well, ya never what might happen when it’s a girls night out in Phoenix. Last time me and my peeps went out, we sat in a Mexican restaurant and talked for hours. That’s it. Just talked. The girls were helping me with the end of my marriage book by feeding me real-life stories from their own marriages to get my memory working. It’s been months since Donna, Missy, Patty and I have been out together…. until last night.
Again, we ate Mexican as El Encanto (Uno, not Dos) and then Donna, the entertainment director of the bunch, took us to the Buffalo Chip for some bull riding festivities. It was hilarious… I think we were the only four not drinking beer and still having a great time. We sucked in the dust. We sang at the top of our lungs, “I’ve got friends in low places.” We cheered for the golden boy named Pretty Boy, even though he needed some anger management classes. We shook the bugs out of our shirts and bras. (Seems that we sat right under the light from where the bugs start their dive-bombs.)
They have a live video camera in the bull chute so we could watch the cowboys (and Indians) tighten their ropes and get ready to ride. My personal favorite was a guy named Bubba who has a small hole in his Wranglers in an extremely precarious location. Adding to this dilemma, he was on an ornery bull that kept squatting down in the shoot and Bubba had to do lots of kicking and pushing to get the bull up and ready to rock and roll. Sad part was, the camera was perfectly positioned to document aforementioned Wrangler hole as it continued to expand. The G-rated bull riding activity was quickly progressing through PG and PG-13 until my eyes were closed.
In the photo above, you’ll notice the announcer’s shack on the right. Well, Mr Bo-Jangles was having a humdinger time announcing until all of a sudden his shack went black and his mic went silent. We could hear him yelling “The plug! The plug!” Yes, his entire announcing shack’s electrical was run by an orange extension cord around the bull pen to a plug on a light pole. Someone stepped on it twice while we were there. So rinky-dinky, it made me laugh.
Anyway, a great time was had by all. And the Indian was the current winner when we left after round two. Round three didn’t start until 10:45 and we were officially done at 10:15. Thanks, Girls!
Tags: bull, bull riding, cowboys, friends, girls night, girls night out, I've got friends in low places, Indians, marriage, mexican food, mom
My Sister's Jar 
August 29, 2009 at 8:32 pm |
That really sounds like fun.
December 31, 2009 at 10:25 am |
Welcome to our little town called Cave Creek! You should have tried dancing inside and a shot of whiskey. Come on back and finish off your experience with Cowboys, Cowgirls, and the local Creekers.