I'm a Texas gal, and at heart, country music is my ish. I don't necessarily know how to line dance or two step (I like to do my own thing on the floor), but I still have so much fun cutting a rug in country clubs. Therefore, I was really looking forward to visiting one of the only country clubs in Jersey this past weekend. Oh, what a let down. Not only is Colorado Cafe nowhere near as humungous as my Gilley's-esque honky tonk, Cowboys Dancehall, in San Antonio, but you're not even allowed on the dance floor if you're not a profesh line/two-step dancer! I watched a girl get tapped on the shoulder and asked to get off the floor (she was also doing her own thing) and it was her bachelorette party! What a crock. As we were leaving I sarcastically asked the dude at the front door if they had a "freestyle" night where anyone could dance and he said, "Yeah, Fridays, but that's not a country night." I just rolled my eyes. We basically paid $10 a person to watch other people dance. Sure we got to hang out with a couple friends, but I had my heart set on dancing for the entire week leading up to this. A good portion of the night I stood on the sidelines, with the other shunned freestylers, miserably sipping beer after beer, wishing I too could spend hours taking line dancing lessons every week and show off in front of poor noobs like me... Colorado Cafe, "you ain't sh*t".
Now that I got my rant out the way, here's what I wore that night. I realized I looked too much like Pebbles from The Flintstones so later in the night I pulled out my bobby-bow pin and used it as part of the collar. Also, the good Lord didn't bless me with "the girls" to fill out the top of this dress so...yeah. Then again, they wouldn't have fit anyway. After 3, maybe 4, beers I was about to pop.
Dress: ModCloth (old)//Belt: F21//Shoes: Poetic Licence//Bag: ? Old
Happy Monday, friends! I hope it was a great start to your week! And thanks for reading through one of my few venting sessions. I'm entitled to a few, right? :)
Love,
Roni
