This rodeo is a bone, and all of the marrow is now gone, but it's SO worth it.
I went back to the Tav last night after my nap was interrupted by several phone calls from the bros.
Drinking, drinking, drinking. I went and rocked the Palace Cafe with some homies for a while. As soon as this big, tall cowboy walked in, I was reminded of something awesome that happened on Friday that I forgot to tell you about.
I had a vocal show down with that cowboy, in the middle of the street, probably at midnight. I'm not really sure how it started, but we went back and forth there on 4th Avenue with freestyling and covers. It was so entertaining that we amassed a crowd. I cleared the gate with a rousing rendition of Susan Tedeschi's "It hurt so bad." That cowboy went down in a blaze of glory.
On Saturday at the Palace someone somehow played Tina Turner's "What's love got to do with it" on the juke box. I serenaded that cowboy, and people were in awe. Catholic school choir was worth something.
I had to go back to the Tav to find my own personal Nick Dav. I wish I could put him in my pocket and bring him back home with me so you could meet him. We sat there in a booth for hours and solved all of the problems in the world. Yes.
After, I was confronted with a perplexing circumstance. When I was 25, I made a pact with my friend Jason that if I wasn't married by the time I was 30, I'd marry him. It dawned on me last night that I'm 30. We considered going to Las Vegas, but decided to rock some after hours because we knew that would be even more fun.
Amongst several friends, we boozed until 6 a.m., people, 6 a.m. Then, naturally, we did what red-blooded, Wrangler-wearing, Ellensburg Blue would do: We went to the Frontier Tavern because that's when they open.
Janetty went and got doughnuts, and we drank the brews until 8 a.m., minus the one that I spilled on myself.
The bros are calling now so I have to be off to more cavorting. There's no time for sleeping.
This rodeo is making it's best attempt at trying to kill me, but good gawd this is the time of my life. â€" Natasha