bamaboy @bamaboy
The ride home from the rodeo was always a blast. I loved feeling the wind rushing through my hair as we sped down the highway, the cool night air a welcome respite from the heat of the day. My best friend and I had been to the rodeo together every year since we were teenagers, and it never got old. The music, the food, the drinks - everything about it was just so much fun.
But this year was different. This year, I felt like I was growing up a little more with each passing day. My best friend had been trying to convince me to do some crazy things for years now, but I'd always been too afraid. But tonight, after a few too many beers, I finally decided to take the plunge.
I don't know how much of it I'll remember in the morning, but right now, all I can think about is how much fun I'm having. My best friend and I are dancing on top of the bar, laughing and screaming at the top of our lungs. The music is pounding through my ears, and the lights are flashing everywhere. It's like nothing else matters in this moment - it's just me, my best friend, and the music.
The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning with a pounding headache and no memory of how I got home. My best friend was passed out on the couch beside me, and there were still party hats and streamers scattered all over the living room floor.
