Grateful for an Eventful Thursday Night

Earlier this week Melanie called me and need to reschedule our weekly tennis game/exercise day from Thursday to Friday because there was something else she wanted to do. What could that be you wonder to give up tennis, even though it's been hella cold (that's right I said it) this week? A college rodeo tournament down in Heber City. Of course, I was invited even though rodeo's aren't normally my thing but I had a bought a cowboy hat (a very very cheap one) on another excursion with Melanie and Sarah B. and where else was I gonna sport that sucker. So I decided to go even though I didn't know that I would be dog tired at the end of my work day on Thursday.

Yesterday after work, geez I was tired. Falling asleep at my desk tired. But I would push through. I didn't need another night of sitting at home watching the television, I wanted it but I need to get out more. I'm seriously an old woman at 26! So I called Mel to find out the time and carpooling plans. She then told me that after the rodeo we would be going to a bar called Harry O's to watch this band play that her roommate Sarah D. knows a guy in. Oh lord, could I do it? Yes! Went home and redid my hair so that it looked fabulous with my hat on, all the while sucking down a monstrous glass of highly caffeineted Diet Coke. Made it to Mel's and she was looking for more information about the rodeo like the address and time. We found out that it started at 7:00 which it almost was and so we were going to be late. So talk of scrapping the rodeo and just going to the bar later occurred (I was pretty hopeful) but no we were just gonna be late to the rodeo.

We picked up Sarah B. and her roommate Amber and we chatted and sang along to a great mix. Once we got to Heber we had some trouble finding where the rodeo was but once we found it we found our seats and took in all the splendor. The smell of horses and cattle and variety of stetson wearing folk. We got to see roping, barrel racing, and bucking broncos and bulls. Not to mention some mighty fine (though young) cowboys. Some cowboys can be really sexy, don't you agree? Hm Hm Hm.

At the end we had to brave the dropped temperature and very brisque wind to get to our car. We could barely stand it so we ran until we were warm inside the car. Some of us were hungry so we stopped at the Dairy Keen for some food. I haven't eaten inside there for quite a while. They are mostly known for their amazing shakes but I resisted and just got a cheeseburger and fries. Plus a much needed diet coke for refueling. As more exciting events were yet to come.

Again more loud singing as we drove to Park City. As Sarah D. was approaching the exit we saw three police cars with lights on parked towards the end of the offramp. Then when Sarah put on her brake on the offramp we began to slide and made a 180 degree turn. We began shrieking especially us three girls in the back were not seatbelted. Amber who was in the middle, being brave, braced Sarah B. and I while I held on to her. It seemed we were surely going to slide back into one of the parked police cars but suddenly the car stopped near the side of the road. As we were turning we noticed a policeman running towards his car. We were stopped, but before we could heave a sigh of relief we were worried about cars coming onto the offramp that may slide as well and into us, but luckily they passed by. So after pulling ourselves together and getting us all seatbelted we were back on our way.

We decided to try to find parking on Main Street, even though it's usually a hard thing to do but we figured on a Thursday night we would be alright, which we were, only half a block away from Harry O's. The place was pretty dead when we got there and the band we were there to see was already playing. They were called All American Hitmen and is made up of former marines. The lead guitarist who Sarah D. wanted to see was pretty cute and a really amazing guitar player. They played mostly covers which were fun and good but when they played their original stuff it wasn't very good. As time passed more people made their way into the bar and it was interesting to watch all these people interact with each other.

When the band was finished around 11:30 we headed out of there and back to the car. On the way Melanie decided to start a small snowball fight with Sarah B. Poor Sarah, she didn't have a coat and got nailed so ran for the car. Then for the capper of the evening...

For a little background, anytime we are with Sarah B. we have to yell out to pedestrians, usually men, as we drive by. What do we yell? "He..ey!" I'll have to do it for you somtime if you don't get it. It's pretty funny to see what reactions we'll get. Sarah B. has a couple of megaphones in her car that we use to emphasize it. But we were in Sarah D.'s car so we had to rely on our own voices and as we drove down Main we yelled at whoever we saw and giggled our way out of Park City. Quite a fun night and all home by midnight. Not bad.