We went out last night to the Dixie for the 25th Anniversary Party of the release of the Urban Cowboy. My sister, Bonnie, called a bunch of people she used to hang out with at The Palace, The Texas Swing and Wild Bills here in Beaumont back in the late 70's and early 80's. The Dixie had the movie playing on the monitors. They had bull riding contests and they had dance contests.
I had a great time and met a 30 year old man who fell madly in love with me. (It might have been madly in lust, but that still counts, doesn't it?) Twenty-five years ago, when I was 24, I would have been intrigued by that. Last night I was just confused. Today, I'm still confused. Sunday, he's taking me to see Willie Nelson with tickets he bought from Bonnie after she won the Urban Cowboy trivia contest.
Either that or I hallucinated the whole thing. I better call Bonnie.