One day before Thanksgiving and what does one do in North Little Rock, Arkansas? I ran 3 miles today, so I got that goin' for me.Of course, a visit to Arkansas isn't complete without a trip to the local Wal-Mart. I was in the ice cream aisle and out of nowhere, this skinny redneck guy blurts out in a prime Arkansas accent, "I cain't find anything in this store. She gave me the caysh, but where the hell is the horse-raydeesh?"
By the way he was dressed, something told me this wasn't his first time in a Wal-Mart.
After a long day of cooking and prepping for tomorrow's meal, my cousin and I went to the Electric Cowboy to hear her boyfriend's band. I've never been to this honkytonk. In fact, I'd never set foot in a honkytonk until I moved to Texas, where they are considerably better yet there are a lot of places just like Electric Cowboy. But none of them have a sequined-covered saddle hanging from the ceiling.
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