Well, it’s been years since I’ve done it. To say I’m rusty, would be an understatement. I’ve been preparing for it all week: extra walking for Gamble, struggling through the Brazil Butt Lift 5 minute workout, listening to Luke Bryan radio on Pandora, and smothering my legs with self-tanner. Chattahooche has become my theme song, constantly playing in the back of my mind; giving me the strength to continue my training like Eye of the Tiger does for Rocky. I’ll admit I’ve youtubed instructional videos. But tonight’s the night – the total culmination of all my week's hard work.
Tonight, a few of my favorite girls will come over and will gorge ourselves on Nachos. Tonight, we will create an ultimate playlist in preparation for our hour long ride to the lesser known city of Bremerton. Tonight, we'll put on short jean skirts and pull on our cowboy boots, our dancing shoes. Tonight, in the words of Alan Jackson, we’re “Gone Country.” Tonight, these city slickers will be line dancing.
And what a night it will be! Maybe I’ll even find one of these?