I Rode The Bull

Oct 29, 2004 · 2 minute read

But I wasn’t as brave as Laura, who did it three times.

I have never seen so many pickup trucks in the same place at the same time. Leigh and Laura did warn me that the bar in Greensboro would confirm ‘all the stereotypes of the South, and then some’, but I wasn’t ready for…for…the line dancing. Nor was I ready for Joe’s special blend of cocktails. The reason we went there, apart from the bull, naturally, was because Leigh’s fiancé works behind the bar, and he was giving us free drinks all night. This won’t mean much to most of you, but to those in the know: these cocktails were stronger than the St. Gabriel’s industrial-strength concoctions. I only managed three. I think the purpose of the bull is to ensure that drunken women (Leigh calls them skanky hoes, possibly because they hit on Joe a lot) get on the bull, and do their level best to make it look as dirty as possible. They’re aided in this by the Controller, who lets the girls ride slower if they get the crowd going. That’s my excuse anyway.

Anyway, we rode the bull, Laura and I got a little drunk (me moreso, I think), there was a hush puppy at some point, and a conversation at the top of the stairs which I’m still a little confused about. But! A top night all round, our kid.

Today? M&M waffle on Franklin with Collin and his friends (really can’t remember all the names; Amber, Joy, Katie, Rachel, Richard?, and someone else who came in late, sat opposite from me while giving a confused look, before he heard me speak. “Oh, you’re Laura Hirst’s Ian, right?” My reputation seems to precede me…), which was nice, and then an afternoon spent on one of my Secret Plans To Fight Inflation. Muahahahaha.

And now? Something to eat, I think…