But, then again - JR was also shot by the sister in law he had an affair with, wound up in the looney bin and tried buying his own kid.... Maybe it's time that I reconsider my role models.
Seeing as they did not sell cowboy hats at the airport (seriously, what is up with that?) it looked like my night out in Dallas would be cowboy hat free, which would be totally unacceptable. I nearly cried at the very idea.
However.... As it turns out, much like the stereotypes, people wear cowboy hats when out in Dallas. And apparently, it is very hard to resist the following from strange blonde girls attacking you at the bar:
'Sir, can I please wear your hat? Just for a little bit? Pleeeeeease? It's my first time in Texas! If I haven't worn a cowboy hat it's like I was never here! Pleeeeeease? JR always wore one!'
Nagging always equals result.
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| With the lovely ex boss. And my hat. Strictly speaking someone else's hat. But I owned it the minute I put it on. |
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| I seriously always want to wear a cowboy hat. |
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