the roar of a Sunday crowd
Last night, I rode a mechanical bull.

And there was a cowboy, named Garth, who won the Strong Man contest, I swear I'm not making this up, and he was cute, right up until he started humping the fence that surrounded the bull.

The bartender bore a vague resemblance to Billy Ray Cyrus, circa 1995 or so, which disturbed me.

And then we saw Eric at IHOP, which was rocking at 3 a.m.