So, this past weeked, JS and I went on a road trip.
On Friday afternoon.
Because we are totally cool like that.
JS had found a country line dancing bar in Hartford, CT, and we decided to try it out. So, I left work, we changed, got in the car, and drove on over to CT.
It was a blast.
But before we get to the lady with the light up shoes, we have to cover Rita's, my new favorite water/ice/gelato/ice-creamery place. We had some lovely Raspberry Lemonade with Gelato on TOP and it was delicious.
Then, there was a trip to an "On the Border" aka chain Mexican food. While the Lill family has driven down to Myrtle Beach many a time and seen many a sign for "On the Border" restaurants, I had never been. So we sat at the bar, and enjoyed some vegetarian grilled enchilada-y thing. It was fine. It was food. And I have officially been to On the Border.
My life, is forever changed I tell you!
So. The Cadillac Ranch.
Has a mechanical bull.
Line dancing classes on a nightly basis.
Creepy silly men who wear way too much cologne.
Women who have light up silver pumps (don't worry, I asked, and they're from WalMart about 3 years ago).
Strange old men who dance with every woman around.
A crazy cowboy line dancer who has got more moves than... someone who has a lot of moves (like, he did push-ups and this half-worm dance move in the middle of the line dance. JS and I were VERY impressed).
And we had an all around great time.
And then I went to work on Saturday, and found out that there's a country line dancing bar about... 35 minutes from Albany. It's not even hidden. Because, of course, it's called "Just Country."