Last night I put on my hat and boots then took off to the Roundup Saloon, in the Oaklawn section of Dallas, for my two-stepping lessons.
I was the only one wearing a hat and was told to come back on beginners night, yesterday was for intermediate shit kicking.
Fuck them, I didn’t want to dance anyway. I really wanted to get into an ultra competitive two-hour Yatzee! match with someone’s grandma. Funny how life gives you exactly what you want.