Last night we went to a bull riding show - my first ever. My husband went to one in Texas a while back and really liked it, and we happened to find out that there was one here locally this weekend, so of course we had to go. I pulled out my cowboy boots, the appropriate jeans, and off we went to another world where they say prayers before the show and make jokes about Indians and spit often to clear the chew juice out of their mouths and have wife carrying contents at intermission to win tickets to the upcoming country singer concert. OK, so, it's another world for me, not for some of you.
It was great! Just the right amount of drama with the bulls (some people got trompled but not hurt, some bulls wouldn't go immediately into the pen, one bull in the starting pen almost was able to jump out of it, etc.). Excitement when guys were able to stay on the full number of seconds, and awwww when they couldn't. Big big big bulls, and little bitty ones.
I really wanted to do the wife carrying contest, but my husband has been having trouble with his knee (he's had two surgeries on each knee, so he wasn't just wussing out) and he knew he would work to win and thus likely hurt himself, so we didn't do it. It was great to watch though. Only four couples - and some with huge guys and very small wives, so not sure we would have won anyway. One guy dropped his wife in the dirt. The biggest guy who fireman carried his wife couldn't stop himself at the end and slammed her into the bull gate at the end, but likely she's used to such accidental abuse, so she was fine.
Our next bull riding adventure will be to the world championships which are held in Las Vegas. Probably not this year, but someday... It was great.