|(Not us - we weren't the participants. Although all the people in the photo do in fact live in North or South Carolina) ;)|
|Ganging up on an innocent calf.|
PS - I apologize in advance for these shotty/blurry pics. I think from now on, Anj and I will ask for donations to our bomb-diggity camera fund for all occasions until we have enough scrilla.
|Clowns making volunteers look foolish.|
|Poor guy was tricked into dancing alone in the middle of the arena blind-folded.|
|Mr. Clown came to meet the fans.|
|Setting up for barrel racing!|
|Go! Go! Go, blurry cowgirl!|
|Two cowboys against one poor widdle calf -does this make you feel like more of a man?|
|Calf roping. (For the record, more calves got away than were roped. Na-na Na Boo Boo!)|
|Intermission - I wonder what the horses think about all the mane-braiding and tail decorating for people to get on them and ride to rope calves - only to immediately turn them loose? :)|
Meanwhile, out in the concessions area ...
|Ecko Unlimited T-shirt, sweatpants, Tims and a cowboy hat. What's not to love? Whattup with that creepy woman?|
|$5 to ride. I dare ya.|
I also found some style inspiration for Anj ...
|A nice layered bang, basically all in the front, top and sides of your head with a nice pony in the back. Aka - pulled back mullet.|
Back to the rodeo ... (it's so easy to lose focus of the reason why we came)
|Spark-shootin piano playin! Wonder how much clowns get paid?|
|Stud-muffin - prancin - struttin - workin it.|
|Random calf-ropin pic. As soon as the calf is roped, the horse backs up to make sure the rope stays taut. Such smart shug pies!|
|Umm, not really sure what they are doin, but check out the outfiiiiiiiiits! Say word!|
|Gettin ready for bull-ridin.|
|Mr. and Mrs.|
|Just get an eyeful of that variety - the random leg/boot on the left is mine - then, to the right, super baller buckle Durango boots, further down the steps, reglar brownish "casual" shoes BUT he didn't forget his velvety/felt-like hat! No sir!|
As the rodeo drew to a close, my pump started to freak out because it was predicting a low. I had it clipped under my shirt and it started whining and emitting a green glowing light through my shirt, like the end of E.T.s finger - see the magic below:
Anyhoo, the night was a success. Cowboy boots. Cowboy hats. Calves. Photo opps with lots of random folks. = My kinda night.