Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

I had an ..interesting experience recently. I was being a good friend and went with M to a club/bar. She's been many times, I've managed to never go. But I was bored and she was uber eager and I didn't want to rain on her parade.

So we get there and I see, above the main entrance, a steer skull. I should've feigned a cough then and there and went back to the car. But no, I continued being a good friend and went on inside.

The decor consisted of a plethora of skulls, cowboy hats, neon signs and cowboy boots. Yes the skulls were cattle related, some were 'real' some were neon signs. Same with the cowboy hats & boots since the only ones wearing said attire (at that time) were the bartenders. It was early yet. See M wanted to go for the free country line dance lessons. When we got there I saw about 25-30 people. All but 10 or so were working.

Yes, yes I knew ahead of time that I was going to a country/hip hop/hair metal (don't ask, I have no idea) bar. The very worst part about the whole thing? I drove.

A guy there was trying to impress me with his line dancing skills and his knowledge of country music. I think I may have crushed him when I said I didn't know any of the songs playing or any line dances other than the electric slide and the one I (sort of) learned earlier that night. Yes, I participated in the free lesson. It was, surprisingly enough, amusing. However, I think perhaps the world might be ending sometime soon. There could be no other reason for my actually being entertained while there.

Best part of the whole night? When M & I left and went to a diner for food. Burgers, chili cheese fries and coffee. Late night meal of champions, I tell ya.