Last night, Craig and I decided that we would have a whole evening devoted to his Nebraska roots. As I have dragged him to the ballet and made him watch chick flicks all week long, I figured it was the least I could do. Plus, I love a cowboy. Even an “I go to Georgetown Law and got these boots at J.Crew” one. There are many urban cowboys at Nick’s. CPAs by day, line dancers by night. But Craig is not one of them. In fact, a little Travis Tritt and a plaid shirt and the man is almost frighteningly c.o.u.n.t.r.y.
I on the other hand am rather intimidated by a synchronized dance. What if I step on my neighbor’s foot? What if I slow up the line with my inferior toe taps? So when the ”El Paso Two Step” was called by a very large man named Scruff and Craig got his “let’s give it a whirl, little girl” look in his eye, I immediately hid my head in his armpit and refused to take the floor. People at Nick’s are amazing group dancers and I just don’t feel that it’s right to infringe on their space. But after two whiskeys, I let Craig push me around the joint and yelled at him for traveling too much. He was just so darn excited to be back in his element that I’m surprised he didn’t start yee-hawing his way across the Mason-Dixon line.
It was fun to see Craig happy as a lark and play hillbilly for a night. And let’s be honest, I absolutely love any excuse for big hair, too much makeup, push up bras and Jack Daniels.
This is a pic from my birthday two years ago. Yes, it was held at Nicks land of "cowboys," Veterans' night, and really cheap shots.
There was a time when I was cool and did things besides sit on my couch alone on a Friday night watching the Lifetime Movie Network and painting my nails. I am so glad those days are over. Table dancing and making out in dark corners with questionable men should really be reserved for Saturday night.
Of late, my Fridays have been devoted to recovering from the labors of the past week and enjoying some sophisticated cinema via the Lifetime Movie Network, or LMN as we loyalists like to call it. Whenever I need a good night in away from small talk and flaming body shots, I turn to the trusty network for a hearty viewing of “Imaginary Playmate,” A Face to Kill For,” or one of my very favorites, “My Stepson, My Lover.” For some people, watching movies about war or famine help put their lives in perspective, but for me it’s LMN. I might be exhausted from a tough week, or cursing my recent diet of lard and frosting, but at least I am not sleeping with my stepson who murders my second husband to have me. Educational, humbling, and entertaining, what a great channel.
The dark side of Jennie Garth. This one was amazing!! She sleeps with a married man and his son - so LMN!
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