In celebration of Lisa’s birthday, Lisa, Audra, Anna, and I went to Montana West (a.k.a. The Greatest Country Night Club In The World!!!) to drink Miller Lite beer, line dance, and ride the Broncin’ Mother Bucker mechanical bull.
The line dancing didn’t come as easily to me as I assumed. It was really tough… and humbling. On two occasions I was pushed off the dance floor by the more “advanced” dancers. As the night dragged on and the Miller Lite kicked in, I gave up on the line dancing. Instead, I stood on the peripheral of the dance floor and let loose with an Ann-Margret inspired, thigh-slap, shimmy-dance (circa Viva Las Vegas). I ignored the stares and giggles.
I think we all had visions of ourselves riding the Mother Bucker until we saw it in action. I figured the bull’s operator would go easy, especially with a girl riding….. nope. I watched a poor girl hit her head on the bull’s head as it bucked her to and fro. If that wasn’t bad enough, she was then thrown clear across the room! Suddenly the Mother Bucker no longer seemed like a good idea.
I was amazed by the number of men at the club. Although, it was kinda odd how they all looked alike. They were all clad in matching black denim trousers and button down shirts with the top button buttoned. White cowboy hats topped off the ensemble. I noticed a few men ogling me but luckily no one approached me. The music, dancing, and beer left me feeling somewhat out of control and I had a feeling I might introduce myself as Billie Jean and demand the money for my brother’s trashed Motor Scooter. Fair is Fair!
Yeah, we had a blast. Can’t wait to go back!