The Rodeo officially started yesterday. This means that there are a lot of people stomping around Houston wearing cowboy boots and cowboy hats. There are also a lot of people stomping around Houston wearing...other odd things. Such as a full on Indian headdress and fox jacket thing, Pocahontas style. Or shorts that don't even cover butt cheeks. Which apparently works when you pair said non-butt cheek coverage shorts with cowboy boots? I digress. We spent this past weekend at the Cook-off which is a thing, a thing that people do the weekend before Rodeo. Look it up. Google can explain it better than I can because I would explain Cook-off with 3 words: 1) BBQ 2) Boots 3) Beer. But that doesn't even begin to describe the spectacle that is Cook-off. Let's move on to my Currently ode to the Houston Rodeo...wishing//
That I knew how to two-step. Apparently it's kind of like a rule that you have to know how to two-step in order to get an official Texas driver's license. I made that up, but that is sure as heck what it felt like last weekend when we went to Cook-off and everyone and their grandma's goldfish keeper were two-stepping their booties off (here the term "booties" refers to both cowboy boots and one's gluteus maximus) (hashtag two birds, one stone).
To Rodeo! Duh! Get with it! This weekend includes plans to hit up the carnival and the wine garden. Next weekend's plans include DARIUS RUCKER (!!!) and his VIP party that we will totes get invited to.
Brisket. Whatever party tent we were in for Cook-off had the best brisket. The best! Side note: According to the Cook-off judges it was not the best, but if I were a judge it would have been #1. Side note over. YUM. I want that brisket again. Why didn't I bring home leftovers? Riddle me that. Brisket and eggs? Double yum. Da-yum, Emily, shut up about the brisket already.
It was really good. I'll leave at that.
Per Freddie's request, we went to purchase for reals cowboy boots last Friday night. Why the Rodeo horse crap are boots so expensive?? Am I missing something? Did I just grow up in the wrong state where "cowboy boots" were $30 at DSW? Two pairs of boots and cough several hundreds cough lots of money later we had cowboy boots.
And I can't decide if I completely hate or love them. I'm straddling that hate/love fence and getting a nice straddle stretch while I'm there waiting. I've always hated cowboy boots, but much like the can't stay in Texas until you learn how to two-step rule, I feel like you can't stay in Texas unless you own and continuously wear cowboy boots.
Ask me again in April once my feet heal from Rodeo wearin' the crap outta those boots.
That Texas really is its own...country. And it's still completely foreign to me. Yeehaw!