[adventures at the dallas bull]

On Friday, my friend Kristina, her friend Ashley, and I all went to the Dallas Bull. It had been a little over a year since I’d been to the Bull, and even longer since I actually line-danced. Shortly after I moved to Tampa in ’04, my friend Monica and I went to the RoundUp on a fairly regular basis until she moved back to Kentucky a few years later. Since then, the only time I made it into a country-western bar was when I would go to visit her or she would come down to visit me, which sucked, because I really really like line-dancing. I wasn’t blessed with the gift of rhythm, so most forms of dance, like your run-of-the-mill booty dancing found in clubs, are out of my league (hasn’t stopped me from trying, though). But repetitive dancing in a square? I can do that. I can do that all goddamn night long. Which is why I was so glad that Kristina liked to line-dance too, and immediately locked down plans for a Dallas Bull girls’ night.
We decided to partake in the free line-dance lessons as it had been awhile since we all danced, and got to the club early, around 7:30. Since it was so early, none of us had really eaten anything. Kristina ate a protein bar beforehand, and I stupidly thought my lunch of grilled chicken, mango, and a granola bar would tide me over. Needless to say, two hours later, all three of us were hangry. We left and got some burgers at Five Guys and proceeded to stuff our pie-holes with wild abandon. It was glorious:

You know the rule about waiting an hour after eating to go swimming? FYI, that goes for dancing as well, because after vigorously dancing to Copperhead Road (and, quite frankly, OWNING THAT SHIT), upon returning to the club, I got a major side-cramp. I felt I should have been at least mildly humiliated, BECAUSE WHO THE HELL GETS A STOMACH CRAMP FROM DANCING, but I’m slowly beginning to realize that I don’t have a whole lot of shame when it comes to anything.

All in all, it was a helluva good time, and reminded me of those sweet RoundUp days with Monica. At the beginning of the night we were all like Sanka in this clip, but by the end of the night, we were totally like this. I think I found my new line-dancing buddies (if they’ll have me).

4 Comments Add yours

  1. alisha says:

    it all goes back to Cool Runnings! HAHA

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    1. sarahvb2 says:

      Always!

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  2. Nichole C says:

    I love that you referenced ‘hangry’, lol. I live like 5 whole minutes from the Round Up and have never been. I’ve been to the Dallas Bull once (after an Incubus concert, does that combo even make sense?!) and had NO idea what I was doing! I may need to look into those classes!

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  3. sarahvb2 says:

    Haha, I saw the word on a friend’s Pinterest and loved it! I am definitely prone to hangry-ness 🙂 Honestly, I learned to line-dance by just watching what everybody was doing for a minute or two and then jumping in! After a few mess-ups, I caught on. And everybody is really nice, if they see you trying to do the dance, they will try to help.

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