I feel most stereotypically Texan when I'm at the rodeo. The boots I never wear suddenly make an appearance, and I feel the strong urge to speak as if I grew up on a ranch.
But aside from the whole actual rodeo part making me sad [I'm thinking those broncos and bulls don't enjoy being ridden], it's a pretty damn good time. Especially when you're with friends who make ANYTHING fun.
|In a suite [i.e. awesome seats with free food and drinks] for Keith Urban.|
|The ginger's first rodeo!|
|The girls at Lady Antebellum.|
|Caroline was very pleased with this rodeo corn dog.|