horizon_greene | Maybe someday I'll find me a redneck girl

I went to a country & western bar tonight. Specifically, Toby Keith's I <3 This Bar. God help me, I never imagined I'd willingly give Toby Keith my money, but that's where we were going, so I did. They had a live band and Toby Keith music videos playing on flatscreens all over, and they had Patrón and Coronas so I made it work. I drank a lot so as not to notice the enormous Toby Keith mural in the front of the place. Much.

A gentleman named Dusty asked me to dance, so we two-stepped and he twirled me all over the dance floor and it was pretty exhilarating. He was wearing a cowboy hat, so of course I had to ask him if he was actually a cowboy. (He was not.) He does ride horses and he drives tractors on the weekends, so there's that. I enjoyed him, but I left at the end of the night without giving him my number. I know myself, and I'd only end up screening his calls and he'd think I was a bitch, so it was easier to just not.

The taxi ride home was nearly $40. I guess that's what I get for taking VIP Taxi. I should've known better, honestly, but they were right there and they were ready to take me home so I just went with it, and paid the price.

I'm still wobbly and I have half a guitar inked on my right hand. Fun.

On the opposite side of the musical spectrum, I bought Lil Wayne's Tha Carter III and I've been listening to it incessantly at work the past two days. I was hoping it would be misogynistic and awful and I could just turn around and sell it on Craigslist and pretend none of this ever happened. Except, it's really good. And catchy. Familiar. Borderline classy, in parts.

I don't know what it is, honestly. I'm alarmingly fascinated by his wrecked voice, and the way it cracks, occasionally. Why.