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Buses By Bill ran right into Dallas' Tremendous Traffic Tie-up. We partied .. and chatted .. and partied .. and chatted .. and still no Billy Bob's. Kristin and I gingerly approached the topic of the Quarterback Who Must Not Be Named, and to our mutual delight we became fast friends. She's my absolute favorite Packer fan, and I'm her absolute favorite Viking fan. How good is THAT??
Meanwhile, the run for the bus bathroom was picking up new participants by the minute. C'mon, Bill, let's get that bus rolling! Finally, Kristin & Greg confirmed we were only a few short minutes away.
We walked into the famed Billy Bobs and headed straight for the bar. Our waitress explained they just didn't have much of a wine selection, so I opted for the cheap white wine. Bert jumped on the bandwagon, choosing the cheap red. The beer selection, no surprise, was extensive and deep. Gary grabbed his current favorite, Blue Moon, and we partied .. and chatted. Then we drank .. and partied .. and chatted some more .. and still no sign of the second Buses By Bill. After a two hour ride, the rest of our gang arrived. The buffet line was officially opened to the appreciation of the hungry crowd.
The brisket lived up to its billing and the ribs were good. The prime rib, on the other hand, needed improvement. Who cares? Go back and get the brisket!! Next thing we knew, bring on the bull riding. It brought back wonderful memories of our weekends at the Bucking Horse Sales with Jim and Jan B. Bull riding lasts about 20 minutes, and we all agreed it's a tough life to work in the rodeo.
Next up, lots of photos from the bull riding booth. Ray captured them perfection. Tom & Marcy also got a really great picture. Ride 'em, cowgirl!!
Time for the line dancing and the dance bands. Yee haw! You couldn't hear yourself think, so many of the faithful hit the bus and headed back to the hotel. A smattering of us (a/k/a the dancing drill team) stayed on for more two steps and twirls. Goodness gracious, we've got a lot of learning curve to climb when we're talking the two step. Mama Sup let us know the last bus would be leaving a little early. I think we were dancing to the Cotton Eye Joe and decided we needed one more run at the dance floor. Mama Sup made a spectacular splash, reviving The Penguin line dance from our ICE trip. Memories of Joel and Louie came flooding back, dancing in their penguin suits. Three of our group were doing the penguin, and next thing we knew about 40 Texans decided to jump into the line. We rushed to join in the fun, when other Texans decided they were taking back the dance floor with their terrific two-step technique. Alas, they were destined to failure, as we just ring fenced 'em with our growing line of penguin dancers. Heh heh heh ..
That seemed like an ideal time to thank our new friends and get the heck out of there before we further ticked off the two steppers. Our bus got us back to the hotel in about an hour, where the gab fests were well underway. Folks were drifting to bed after long days of flying and bus rides took their toll. A few hardy souls stayed up and relived our very pleasant memories of Stelios, the great Greek guide in Athens.
Bedtime came late and the sun came up early. Time to head out, get some exercise, see a close friend for lunch and get ready for POOCH.
Cheers, Anne
