After a very lovely turkey dinner (and wine!) at the ex boss' house we were off on a grand tour of the Dallas nightlife.
In my defence - I was very jet lagged and slightly hungover from Christmas Day and I'm going to excuse the fact that I thought the valet guys were car jackers with that. Probably my biggest cousin from the country moment to date.
Clearly, the ex boss knows me a bit too well starting us off at a posh cocktail spot only to immediately move us on to a saloon style cowboy bar. Which would have been good enough, but it was about to get better.
The further I wandered into said bar, the more it cemented my cliché ideas of Texas and I absolutely loved every second of it:
People wearing cowboy hats at the bar - check!
References to Rodeos - check!
Pool tables next to the bar - check!
Centre Stage line dancing - CHECK!
At spotting the line dancing I nearly passed out with excitement. But as that would be somewhat embarrassing, I instead started squealing when observing all the line dancers whilst jumping up and down like a five year old at Peppa Pig land (at least I hear that's the standard reaction).
But it got better. Not only were there line dancers there - there were boy-boy and girl-girl line dancing couples. My politically correct heart just melted!
It seems to be trickier than it looks - thankfully there are online tutorials so I'm better prepared next time! Anyone know of any line dancing bars in London?
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| So this is when I've calmed myself down a bit. The line dancers are behind us. Minutes after this picture was taken I was back to jumping and clapping. |
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