In defiance of our usually very busy schedule of sitting around and doing nothing on Sunday, Geordie and I went to the San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo yesterday. We had an enjoyable time, even though we were sitting so high up that I was sure I was going to have a panic attack going up the stairs. I’ve never been terrific with heights, and even after we got to our seats, the last thing I wanted to do was stand up again. We liked the rodeo so much that we certainly wouldn’t mind going back again next year – as long as we get seats that aren’t in the nosebleed section.

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Geordie had never been to a rodeo before, and I haven’t been to one since I was in middle school, so it was a lot of fun. Also, because it was a Sunday afternoon, it wasn’t too crowded, and driving in and out wasn’t a big deal. Not sure I’d want to do it on a more popular evening, though. This was enough for us.

Honestly, the only thing I didn’t like was the “mutton rustling.” The event involves setting a 4-6 year old kid on the back of a sheep and letting ‘em go. A few of the (older) kids were okay with this, but most of them got planted on their sheep and burst into tears. It made me distinctly uncomfortable, especially since the kid would appear up on the big screen, face twisted in weeping terror, and the audience would go “awww” or just outright laugh. It just creeped me out.

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The rest of it was great though, so we were glad we went.

And because I’ve been trying to be careful about what I eat, we didn’t get much in the way of “fair food.” Honestly, after walking around and taking a look at all the food offerings, we didn’t have much of an appetite anyway. Nothing looked very tempting. Geordie had a hot dog during the rodeo (which I was not tempted to even have a bite of because he slathered it with relish and mustard, neither of which I’m fond of), and he got a chicken-fried steak sandwich as we were leaving. That wasn’t too bad, considering it had a generous helping of lettuce and tomato added to it and not a trace of mayo or butter to be seen. We were tempted by the chicken-fried bacon, but had opted not to get it, until the guy in line after Geordie ordered it and got it before the sandwich arrived. Geordie said, “So that’s the chicken-fried bacon!” And the guy said, “Yup. Here, have a piece.”

So, we got to split a piece of chicken-fried bacon, which was far better than it had any right to be.

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And that was our day at the rodeo! Can’t wait to go again next year.

As I said to Geordie – Texas isn’t so bad, is it?

I think he’s warming up to it.

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