among other things. went two-steppin’ the other night at the local country/metal bar, which smells of livestock and tequila and is as electric with the naive romance of dance-floor-hopefuls as a high school prom. I was in a foul mood, but watching the pairs sway and spin, all glowing red via the neon beer signs, was, somehow, heartening. humanizing. humbling.
my friend got dolled up in the Dolly sense of the word, in a hot pink vintage dress with gold heels and feathered hair.
it all got me feeling a certain kinda way about Texas and that plucky southwestern chic, that gamine sort of glamor. tough and unapologetically feminine. a girl who can shoot guns and pool without chipping a nail.
all I want for Christmas is to rival that badassery.