This weekend, I definitely experienced another first. My girlfriend Kacy asked if I wanted to head to her hometown, a small town near Tyler for her grandpa's birthday party. I really didn't have anything better to do, and somehow I knew it would turn into some great adventure, which of course it did. Two of our other girlfriends were really torn between their intense desire to attend this fabulous event with us and their prior engagements, but thanks to some creativity, they were able to partake in the festivities. So after work on Friday, Kacy, Jen, Casey and I headed down 175 into East Texas.
We passed countless amounts of farms, cow pastures, haystacks, and anything else you would expect to see driving through rural parts of Texas. Shortly after passing a field full of cows, we approach a building that is sitting right off the highway, and the only building around for a few miles. The huge billboard said Sarah's Secret, Lover's Headquarters with an arrow pointing down. We started the giggle and figured Sarah was just a distant cousin of Victoria and it was a country lingerie store. It was just so random, and in the middle of nowhere, with such attention drawn upon it, we had to turn around and go explore.
Turns out, they had very little for lingerie but a wide variety of other adult merchandise you could purchase. Being the extremely mature adults that we are, we couldn't resist cracking up at some of the things people might actually buy and took a few pictures as well. The woman working the register could hardly imagine what was so funny, as she takes her job very seriously...that must have been Sarah. Well we had had our fill of shock and pure entertainment, and decided to continue down the road towards Frankston. Soon enough, we arrived at the Frankston VFW Post, which was a place I'd never been to, much less even heard of. I quickly learned what type of place a VFW Post is, especially in a small country town. There were all types of senior citizens dressed in their finest country attire for their weekly night out dancing, and the peeps down at the VF-Dub definitely take pride in the type of people they allow in to such a fine establishment. The woman, we liked to call the Shorts Nazi, set up post at the front door taking the cover charges and also strictly enforcing the posted rules.
Cadillac load by Cadillac load, these crazy partiers entered the building with their portable battery-operated personal fans in tow. There is no way it was hot in that building, but somehow they had all received word that a heat wave was coming through. I guess after all that dancing, one might get a little warm, but not enough to carry a personal fan in your purse. Of course, if you were to get overheated, they did offer ice water for free. In the back corner of the dancehall, there was a small table set up with an ice machine and a water cooler. Again, this place is pretty official and they don't take any monkey-business.
We had tons of fun and even danced a dozen times or two. Some of these old women were crazy and would make their knees touch their elbows while dancing. No kidding, this old couple was low to tha flo, and unfortunately - pappy's knees gave out and he fell over backwards. It could have been a real sad happening, but everyone just laughed and he shot right back up and started dancing again. Also, the elder females particularly seem to enjoy a line dance, which is their own modified version of the Electric Slide. Kacy's dad was standing in line at the bar behind a real gentle grandmother-figure, so he asked if she would like to join the dance. She kindly rolled her eyes and informed him that she only dances with a real man. Acknowledging her wisdom, he admitted that line dancing was quite silly, to which she responded "Honey, I'm like Coca-Cola. I'm the REAL THING!" Sassiness must just be something that some girls never grow out of. Speaking of dancing, there was also this real special routine that Kacy and I decided we needed to sit out of. The band sang
God Bless America while all the participants linked hands in two parallel lines, sang along, and performed a really moving piece. Ok, maybe not as much moving as a little freaky, but hey - at least they have great patriotism. All in all, while pretty unconventional, the night was great fun. I don't know how soon it'll be before I try out another VFW or even a geriatric birthday party, but hey at least I can check it off on my to-do list.
We passed countless amounts of farms, cow pastures, haystacks, and anything else you would expect to see driving through rural parts of Texas. Shortly after passing a field full of cows, we approach a building that is sitting right off the highway, and the only building around for a few miles. The huge billboard said Sarah's Secret, Lover's Headquarters with an arrow pointing down. We started the giggle and figured Sarah was just a distant cousin of Victoria and it was a country lingerie store. It was just so random, and in the middle of nowhere, with such attention drawn upon it, we had to turn around and go explore.
Turns out, they had very little for lingerie but a wide variety of other adult merchandise you could purchase. Being the extremely mature adults that we are, we couldn't resist cracking up at some of the things people might actually buy and took a few pictures as well. The woman working the register could hardly imagine what was so funny, as she takes her job very seriously...that must have been Sarah. Well we had had our fill of shock and pure entertainment, and decided to continue down the road towards Frankston. Soon enough, we arrived at the Frankston VFW Post, which was a place I'd never been to, much less even heard of. I quickly learned what type of place a VFW Post is, especially in a small country town. There were all types of senior citizens dressed in their finest country attire for their weekly night out dancing, and the peeps down at the VF-Dub definitely take pride in the type of people they allow in to such a fine establishment. The woman, we liked to call the Shorts Nazi, set up post at the front door taking the cover charges and also strictly enforcing the posted rules.
Cadillac load by Cadillac load, these crazy partiers entered the building with their portable battery-operated personal fans in tow. There is no way it was hot in that building, but somehow they had all received word that a heat wave was coming through. I guess after all that dancing, one might get a little warm, but not enough to carry a personal fan in your purse. Of course, if you were to get overheated, they did offer ice water for free. In the back corner of the dancehall, there was a small table set up with an ice machine and a water cooler. Again, this place is pretty official and they don't take any monkey-business.
We had tons of fun and even danced a dozen times or two. Some of these old women were crazy and would make their knees touch their elbows while dancing. No kidding, this old couple was low to tha flo, and unfortunately - pappy's knees gave out and he fell over backwards. It could have been a real sad happening, but everyone just laughed and he shot right back up and started dancing again. Also, the elder females particularly seem to enjoy a line dance, which is their own modified version of the Electric Slide. Kacy's dad was standing in line at the bar behind a real gentle grandmother-figure, so he asked if she would like to join the dance. She kindly rolled her eyes and informed him that she only dances with a real man. Acknowledging her wisdom, he admitted that line dancing was quite silly, to which she responded "Honey, I'm like Coca-Cola. I'm the REAL THING!" Sassiness must just be something that some girls never grow out of. Speaking of dancing, there was also this real special routine that Kacy and I decided we needed to sit out of. The band sang God Bless America while all the participants linked hands in two parallel lines, sang along, and performed a really moving piece. Ok, maybe not as much moving as a little freaky, but hey - at least they have great patriotism. All in all, while pretty unconventional, the night was great fun. I don't know how soon it'll be before I try out another VFW or even a geriatric birthday party, but hey at least I can check it off on my to-do list.
2 comments:
Is it bad that I almost peed on myself when I saw the picture of the '4' of you in the car?? PS: What's wrong with skorts? I've got like, 5 pairs here at the house. They're sweet.
oh my! i have soooo seen that Sara's store... we pass it every time we go to athens to visit my sister!! haha.
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