Sunday, October 12, 2008

Ranches

One night Chaparra, my sister and I arrived at the End of the Line early to find a prime parking space from which to sit and drink (don't tell anyone) while we watched to see who went in and how many were wearing hats. Actually, we always went early, at the crack of dawn, as Chaparra says. Sometimes it was still light out when we parked. We'd have to be careful when we raised our champagne glasses to toast some fine cowboy walking into the End of the Line. Lots of cop cars cruise the Mission. One night, as we sipped champagne, listening to the Mexican radio station, we started talking about dancing. "You know," I said,"we're just like the animals on the ranch when we're out there being maneuvered and shown off on the dancefloor. "Yeah," I continue,"You have your cows, your pigs and your horses being trotted across the floor under the control of the rooster (Chaparra's man came back from his ranch in Mexico sporting a rooster-like haircut, a tale hanging over his forehead). "What the hell!" we shouted, "how did this happen to us?" "We're city girls." "What are we doing in there being pranced across the floor (like the side trott), dancing to "La Vaca" (the cow) while listening to gritos (shouts) that sound like they're calling in the pigs from the hills."
Well, we must let that happen to us because these cowoys from the Wild, Wild West are so good looking. Then we started talking about these guys. "Who had the best teeth of all the guys you've dated?" asked my sister. MMMMmmmm, we all offered our conclusions. "What about the best nose?? And on and on. It was fun. Then my sister offered, "Well, although I've never dated him, John Travolta is my best over all man." "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Chaparra and I agreed. And he can dance too! Didn't you see him in Urban Cowboy-hat, boots, bulls, trucks, dancing, everything.
Then the car went quiet. My sister said, "Hey, everyone got quiet all of a sudden."
"Well, you went and mentioned John Travolta. What's left to say." We all nodded then went in to get pranced across the dancefloor like Sissy Spacek. We had a good time!

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