Quasi "Free" Stuff

So I recently scored some more free stuff. Today I got a free strawberry shake! But as tasty as it is with its strawberry chunks, whipped cream and cherry, it will cost me much anguish if I drink more than 1/3 of it. This is b/c I am lactose-intolerant. I have no tolerance for lactose! So now it's sitting in the work fridge here and I am trying to forget it's there.

Also, I got 2 free tickets to the upcoming Houston Rodeo! There was really no one I particularly cared to see in concert this year, which is kinda rare, but S said John Legend might be a possibility and I agreed. But he's playing on a night where we have to go pick up the baby and since the damn rodeo charges tickets for ages 2+, at a minimum $16 ticket for the baby that just wasn't going to work. So S said we will go see Rascal and Flatts on another night, which I am fine with. But these "free" tickets will cost me puttin' on my sheriff's badge and holsterin' up my "6-shooter" to work the graveyard security shift out there on one night at the end of this month, from 11p-6a. Yowch! Worth it I suppose, as long as I manage to stay awake.

I do so love the rodeo and I have a long history with it! From the college scholarship they gave me to all those years spent sneaking in with my father on forged press passes, those were some good times. I have a list of the 5 best concerts I've ever seen in my Whole Entire Life and one of those concerts was there at the rodeo when Kool and The Gang played. What a scene! Another memorable one--though not on my Top 5 list--was when Bocephus played and the police were trying to figure out a way to arrest the entire audience. According to my dad, they didn't have enough paddy wagons there that night.

But I love the other parts of the rodeo as well. I love looking at the kids' art and buying western-themed stuff from the vendors. I even enjoy inspecting the smelly prize-winning animals. I remember the first time I saw the calf scramble. When the kids charged straight into the calves' paths and the calves turned and bolted, I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe! And even though I don't like to gamble, I always bet on the chuck wagon races.

It's fun to be a Texan. I wouldn't have it any other way!