Wild, Wild, Wild West Fest Mess

The Professional Bull Riders Association moved its headquarters to my town and then threw a four-day party dubbed the Wild Wild Wild West Fest to celebrate the relocation. Since Thursday, there’s been non-stop activity down on Union Ave: pancake breakfasts, a mercado, an exhibit of western boots, a parade, outdoor concerts, vendors galore and bullriding by the primo cowboys in the world.

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Deciding what to wear to the party in their honor was an easy choice – this Colorado Centennial apron and my embroidered cowgirl boots!  Too wonderful.

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Before the final competition, we walked around and came upon this very long, long horned steer, and for $10.00, you could sit in the saddle and get your picture taken. As I contemplated whether I really wanted to climb up the step stool and wearing a skirt, hoist myself atop Oliver, he pooped.

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Oliver appeared quite content to have someone clean up after him, not unlike most men, I think.

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Had there not been the delay, I would have clamored into the saddle and had my picture taken. In hindsight, Oliver did me a heck of favor. 


Tie One On…an apron, of course!