So last night I went out to the tourist trap of Fort Worth: Billy Bob's, for a friends 30th birthday. I hate this place because it is a bunch of non-cowboy people all dressed up like cowboys trying to two step to country music. I am sitting at a table with my babycakes and two other guy friends. This man with his wife in tow walks right up to me and proceeds to tell me how beautiful and striking he thinks I am. Which is fine, but he went on for a good three minutes the whole time his wife is making uncomfortable eye contact with me. Yikes. My babycakes kinda steps back and is laughing the whole time because he knows I am mortified because this guy is around 50, drunk, and obviously unstable if he is going to pronounce his love for me in front of my babycakes and his wife. Finally, after my 50th time of saying thank you, he stumbles away, not before he took a picture of the group I was with. What a damn freak. I then punched my babycakes really hard in the stomach for not saving me from this man. It was quite funny cause I was dressed like a school teacher, my hair was up in a bun, I had black rimmed glasses on, and had a very pissy look on my face because half of my group left early and I got stuck paying the ten dollar cover to get in this place that I did not want to be in the first place. Not exactly the look that you would expect to get picked up on in a bar.
seasan:
line dancing is awesome! i did it at my brothers wedding, long story,