My sister and I, and one of her friends arrived at the hotel on Friday evening.
Considering the event took place at a casino and we booked a room at the casino, we were set and set. We guzzled down some booze, showered, primped, and prepped and then ran down the casino hallway - stopping for shots on the way of course and hopped into our seats.
I was 100% prepared, and drunk enough to attempt it, to win fan of the night. Damn it, I was even wearing sequins.
The event started and I kept my ass out of my seat as much as possible. Every time a song came on - I made eye contact with the rodeo clown, Flint duh, and started busting moves like you've never seen.
Then it was time. Time for the announcement.
I thought I lost it for goodness sake, he started talking and was no where to be seen.
And then suddenly, out of the staircase arrived Flint:
To all of you fans sitting behind this girl who are beyond irritated she won't sit her butt down, this girl knows how to have a good time!
I won for being amazingly annoying.
I will say that for all my wanting to win, once you start talking into the microphone and then you do a slight turn and realize that for fucks sake you are on a huge screen for the whole arena to see, it's mildly embarassing. Thank goodness I was tipsy.
After the event, I took a picture with my sweet ass buckle and immediately uploaded it to Facebook. I then left the buckle in the hotel room (I nearly couldn't bear to part with it, but it was necessary) and we set off for the after party bar.
Where we took a couple sets of shots. Because it seemed necessary.
The cowboys arrived - and because I have zero concern about being overzealous, I dragged my sister and friend directly next to them and we began dancing our asses off.
I believe at one point I was on the dance floor with a cowboy who was wearing a leather jacket with sheepy lining and no shirt underneath.
At some point we went next door to another bar, where the guys realized I was following along like a small child, and thought it would be funny to see if I would follow them into the men's room, which I did.
Some how all of us girls got separated. And I was alone with a group of cowboys fleeing the scene.
I had one attached to my arm (that I was trying to extricate) when one of the most endearing cowboys on tour came over. I pointed at his belt buckle and asked if he would be willing to swap considering I won fan of the night.
He asked to see the buckle.
We set off for my hotel room with me profusely claiming he saved me and that he was awesome.
We arrived at my hotel room, I proudly displayed my belt buckle, we discussed pets, and our lives.
To make a long story short I had the first one night stand of my life. He left at some point really early in the morning, after getting my number.
I woke up the next morning in a sweet tie-dye shirt with wild animals on the front and a pair of boy shorts. I was pretty darn sure I might die.
I turned and my sister had somehow arrived in the other bed. She was in her going out shirt and a pair of undies.
We discussed the possibility of never moving.
Then we ultimately decided we needed breakfast. We dressed while laying down and then dragged our sorry asses to restaurant where I quite honestly could not even make eye contact with the waitress. I had to stare at the table and concentrate on breathing.
Who sauntered by as we sat in this sorry state? My one night stand cowboy, that's who. All smiles and waves as I turned up the corners of my mouth in an attempt to smile as I held in the possibility of puke.
After breakfast we laid down and did not a damn thing until our friend arrived from another hotel down the road. We had nearly forgotten there was 3 of us.
We began drinking, showering, and prepping for the night ahead.
Ran down the hallway for the event, stopping to grab shots of course, and hopped into our seats.
We immediately got Flint's attention and then immersed ourselves into the riding.
After the event we ran to the after party bar. Which ended up not being the after party bar. At which point we ran to the bar from the night before, found an enormous line, and snagged a cowboy's attention - and he had the bouncer let us in.
We drank and danced our asses off once more.
Somehow after discussion with some of the boys - we were informed there was an after the after party at another hotel.
Well of course we went.
Except somehow I ended up in conversation with someone else, ended up missing the ride with the cowboy who invited us, and me and my sister took a taxi ourselves.
We arrived to find NO ONE in the lobby.
We decided to saunter around the hotel, where I was whisper shouting the cowboys names down the hallway (classy, I know), until a door finally opened.
We were in.
We proceeded to drink whiskey and sing songs with the cowboys until 5AM when we stumbled into one of the rooms and collapsed on a bed. Me on one bed her on another.
She threatened the cowboy that she was in bed with that if he laid a hand on her she would sock him one.
The cowboy I was sharing a bed with, was married. So I suggested pillows down the middle, because for some reason I thought that was a hilarious saying.
Pillows down middle didn't work out since we didn't have enough, but we both passed out and it was entirely innocent anyways. Phew.
We skipped the event on Sunday since my sister needed to leave early to be at a wedding, and then drove our sorry asses back home.
It was time for some major alcohol detox and recovery.
But damn was it fucking worth it.
