Were going to the PBR tomorrow night. The whole family’s going, except my two kids, who aren’t with me this weekend, and aren’t into bull riding in any case.

I got the limit of ten tickets online, but then our friend called and Cowboy had promised to get him his tickets too. So to make good on Cowboy’s word, I went through the phone system with my name and credit card. Fortunately, I had used Cowboy’s for the first ten. I think that limit’s for scalpers, not incredibly huge redneck families.

I hope Chad didn’t want to go. Cowboy didn’t ask him because he’s really not into to the rodeo stuff, but I got to thinking that he might feel a little left out. I hope not, but he’s a little overly sensitive about some things. It’s too late to get more seats together.

We were also going to go to a branding this weekend. I don’t know whose, but it really dumped last night, and branding’s not so urgent that you have to do it in the mud. If we do go, I’m bringing the good camera and black and white film.

It should be a really good weekend. I’ll post more on Monday. Unless it sucked, then I’ll either pretend it didn’t happen or go on and on about it. Because I’m like that.