Pictures to follow but: Friday night we went to bar... and there were MORE dead animals. Also a tractor sign. Also a headbanging cowboy and or hippie hard to tell... every local band covers at LEAST one country song per set.
Then we went to the bar next door, more dead animals, got offered weed whilst walking to the bar by random southern drawl having hippie with her hair in a rasta hat thing (dreads implied, gross). Got upstairs, started drinking heavily as it was the after party of a major country concert and ALL the boys were either a) southern frat style (includes polos and or fishing shirts, visors inside and backwards, and 'subtle' hints about the wealth of ones parents and/or self by dropping info about how he drives 2 cars, OH he dropped the N word in the convo not even four minutes in). or b) legit cowboys/farmers
After zero success at the bar, we ran into our friend/neighbor Hailie who suggested we go home and chill. So we did. And we kicked back and smoked some hookah and drank a little and lol'd forever. Not a bad wrap up.
BUT then we went to yoga today and sweated out all of our Friday night. Also there was a few country song mashups. One was "Chicken Fried"/Nelly mashup. I want that song in my life, so I can rickroll people at parties. The other one was Brad Paisley's "Mud on the Tires" meets techno... so weird. Nothing says Namaste, Y'all like moon light on a duck blind or a catfish on a trout line (the sun sets about nine this time of year...)
Dear Arkansas, you are so weird. HOW WILL I DEAL WITHOUT YOU :( <3 Bea
Jessica says that I will move to Austin and/or LA and see some guy across a crowded bar wearing Duck Blind Mossy Oak and be like "I LOVE YOU" and he'll say "Thanks there pretty lady, your eyes remind me of the opening day of duck season... of hitting a big mallard and taking it home, and mounting it on the wall. I could mount you on the wall, missy ;) "
I suspect this is how I will meet my husband.
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