Mormons love dances. And social gatherings with sugar and refined carbohydrates (we're working on it). In Texas, they evidently combine the two and put them in stunning venues. The pictures (iPhone's on the fritz) don't do this place justice, but trust me, if we drove a bunch of Manhattan-ites or Californians here, we all would have been talking about it for years. It was amazing. An hour outside of Houston, into the boonies, and voila, you've got yourself a Mormon mecca. I knew my Frye boots would come in handy.
I feel very welcome, thank you.
The barn.
The cow sled??
Me on the cow sled.
Me and Andrew on the cow sled in the rodeo rink.
The horse (naturally).
Me feeding the horse.
The horse's driveway (just in case it wasn't made clear).
Andrew with a Lasso.
The outhouse (which was actually swanky inside).
And my favorite part of the evening was hearing this song come on and a watching a bunch of Mormon Texans imitate it. What the what?! I'm either behind in pop culture or have good taste and know that dancing to this is a really bad idea. If you want to keep your date that is.
All we needed was a new DJ!
Hmmm, can you reveal Andrew's last name? He looks a bit familiar to me. If you say Coleman, I'm going to laugh.
ReplyDeleteLet's have a party at that barn, where we invite everyone we love from all over the country. Can you imagine how much fun we would have? I would invite a really good DJ.
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