Hey watch it there brat! Enough of that "geriatric" talk; else I'll ride up on your wild eyed ornery cuss of a horse ('cause ain't nobody else that can handle him anymore) and whack you with my cane! Or worse yet, I'll tell everybody (except gp001) what your nickname was back when you were a toddler
In other events; my counterpart in the local Yuma Rodeo biz was talking about the fact that there's some sort of "Association of PRCA Rodeo Comittees" that holds it's annual meeting somewhere in the Husker State in the fall. He says he doesn't think we should spend the money (nor is he sure that Uncle Sam's Misguided Children would let him take leave that close to his retirement "terminal leave"), even if we could hang at his folks' place for pretty much free. Now, if there was a wedding involved -and I remember (a few hundred pages back in this thread) something mentioned about an open bar
- I might convince him that it would be a worthwhile package trip. How'd you like to have a hundred or so rednecks in cowboy hats crash your reception?
EDIT: Andy, I just went back and read your post about "the old man" (BTW; careful with that.... you're gonna get Tink started on usine that term when referring to me again!
)
Anyway; I can imagine that
was awkward.... maybe even worse than mine! At least Mark
knew I was a "horn-pup" back then, he should have by then figured it out that if his baby sister (he's 5 years older than her, 6 years and 3 days older than me) and I were dating.....
He knew. I think he was just having conflicting emotions; on one hand, his buddy had a "regular thing going on", on the other hand, he had literally inherited the position of
"Pater familias" the patriarch of the girl's family.
Our conversation had to suck more for him than for me