The Rodeo

Okay. The Rodeo. First of all, I remember only half of it. The other half was spent in a dazed stupor probably wandering listlessly around the Fort Madison Hy-Vee while my friends chatted about how good the cookies looked and if they were really worth $6.00 as there were only 6 in the box and so that would be like $1.00 a cookie.

I also remember my vest, with great fondness. I love that vest, and wore it during the rodeo even though it is lined with wool and it was like 100 degrees.

I also got two holes-in-one (hole-in-ones, whatever) during mini-golf and wound up with an impressive score of 88. Everyone else was in the 50's and 60's but I did not mind, because I had my holes-in-one, and frankly, everyone else cheated.

Everyone made me feel so bad for stealing my golf ball that I gave it back, after which, Derek gave me the golf ball that he stole and I cheered up considerably.

Jonothan's mom was a good cook. And his dad said "hoop-di-la's" as in, "they were using those "hoop-di-la's" in reference to "hoola-hoops". That was awesome.

Dollar General was as warm and friendly as ever. We bought two gallons of water for a $1.25. We also almost bought ham in a can, but I put a stop to that.

I listened to Tool while silly "Josh Gracen" sang everybody else's songs. Also, I would just like to note, that to watch/participate in the concert, one has to run out to the stage which is in the middle of the rodeo corral. The rodeo corral consists of mud and doodie. Anyway, people run out there and get trampled and loose their shoes in the mud and doodie. Does that strike you as normal? Jonothan said, and I quote, "It was kind of a shock when my feet sank up to two feet in mud. I wasn't ready for that." No one ever is Jonothan, no one ever is.