Your snarky blogger turns another year older on Friday. Birthdays have gotten pretty lame since turning 21. So I decided to try something new this year and lose my mechanical bull-riding virginity! Twenty of us went to a campy redneck "saloon" full of dudes in wranglers and chicks with perms.
"We've been here thirty seconds and I've already seen a mullet," said Mr. Sti!es.
The drinking was hard, fast and rough, much like my adventure on the bull. I shared this experience with my dear friend Alison, who rode in front. I thought we were close already but we're REALLY close now. Riding a mechanical bull together is a truly bonding experience.
Thanks to all for making the celebration one to remember. Or NOT remember, depending
on how much Southern Comfort you sucked down.
