Tour de Triangle

When the lights came up, a zydeco-sounding song came on, and a group of the Down to Earth riders started line dancing. After the dance, we were all herded out. The owner stood by the door, calling out to everyone, "I really pray you get home safely."

Jenni and I were walking out when one of the cowboys — a guy named T.J., aka New York City — said his horse was actually in the parking lot. He pointed to a trailer at the end of the lot and offered to bring her to us. T.J. soon appeared atop Rose, a gorgeous and sweet brown horse. T.J. decided to pull the truck and trailer over to us, so while he went to get it, Rose patiently stood, untethered, in the lot. Then another rider pulled up in his truck, and three horses looked out windows of its trailer.

After I drove off, I didn't want to make the trek back downtown, so I decided to crash at my parents' house. I snuck in and got a snack from the fridge. It was just like high school all over again — only better, now that I had discovered the randomness of Grandview watering holes.