My good friend Larissa is getting married in two weeks, and she had her last hoorah Saturday night. It was a doozy.
We started downtown and ended up on the south side. But somewhere in between here and there, we went to Midnight Rodeo.
Huh? What?!

Now, I'm not making fun of cowboys or country music. It's just that sometimes I question men who wear tighter jeans than me. What's up with the super tight black jeans anyway?
And what's up with that bull at Midnight Rodeo? I have to admit, it looked kind of fun, but there was no way I was going to ride it. At least Stephanie had the bullballs to try.


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