whatta wednesday

Last night, went to the see the bull riders at the stock show. So, naturally, we had to enjoy some Colorado Kool Aid.

And of course that lead to a few more cold banquets at the cowboy bar.

Which evolved into dancing and a contest with the Coors rep girls to win free schwag.

All in all—my bro and I are the proud owners of a Coors box cowboy hat. And a deck of Coors cards. And Coors coozies. And Coors pens. And a Crown Royal boot-shaped shot glass. And a blinking red light. And coup-staging livers.

Which leaves me this evening designing with a giant cup of water (with tigers on it), drinking it out of a twisty monkey straw.