yee-haw

There is nothing better than getting a call from Tasha at 5:00 on a Friday to tell me the newly-wed Blake and Rachel are having a party in 2 hours...a cowboy party that is.

Well we decide that if we were going to do it, we were going to do it right. Conveniently, between the Tasha/Christopher household and my house, we have a dozen western cut shirts, a handful of cowboy hats and a few pair of boots, and not to mention bandanas, bandanas, bandanas. So we got dressed and rode our bikes to the DeGraw's apartment.

I love any excuse to wear my favorite shirt.


Look how cute we are (and serious).


To our delight, at the party there were theme appropriate treats:


Blake was brewing (root) beer in the corner and Rachel had made delicious chili...


which we ate in tin cans with wooden spoons.


Seriously, Blake had some amazing woman hair (he has since cut it though).


I don't remember now what had happened that made it necessary for Jeremy to comfort Tasha, but I'd put good money on betting he had made some kind of racist joke.


Also, this Diet Dr. Thunder totally was amazing!! Too bad I'll never drink it again cus you can only get it at Wal-Mart.


Hey look...cowboys with guns!



And of course, guns lead to the inevitable inappropriate dance moves of Mikey.


But seriously, don't mess with Rachel.


After all the cornbread and chili we could handle, we moved to the fort and watched Tombstone (aka, best movie ever).


Then we rode bikes away into the sunset (night).