"Have you ever been to a country bar," she asked with an excitement in her voice?
"I've been to many a white trash bar," I replied. "But never a country bar."
My sister in-law went on about how she believes the wife and I should accompany her and her husband to a country bar. Apparently the saloon in question has a live band and people get on the dance floor and two step in a circle. Sounds like a hoot doesn't it?
My sister in-law hates me with the burning passion of a thousand suns.
I don't know how to two-step, but I guess it's time to learn. I'm awesome at everything I do so I can rock the country western dance floor and show them Duke boys how it's done. I don't really have appropriate attire for a country bar as I'm all man, but that can easily be remedied. I shall consume a steady diet of Fox News, reruns of Reba, and beef jerky and I'll be prepared to enter this establishment to do some western boogie.
I remember dating a girl in high school who used to watch a show called 'Club Dance' on whatever the equivalent of CMT was back then. The show consisted of people two-stepping in a circle. For a half hour this happened. For some reason she and her mom knew the names of some of the dancers of the program. Apparently to be a big star on this show the only talent you needed was to follow country western dance steps. I once commented on how it looked like a redneck roller rink. She was not amused.