Pull my finger

I had a pretty eventful weekend a couple weeks ago. I climbed the incline! It became something I "have to do" just this summer, previously I thought people who climbed the incline were kind of crazy and extreme. CAT and I started in the morning and huffed and puffed our way to the top. I forgot the torture it was before we ever got down and the sense of accomplishment has carried me for weeks. Princess Warrior, I am.
That afternoon I went to a beer festival in Manitou Springs with 2 friends - sisters, who showed up dressing all kinds of sassy that made me very aware of my feet of height over them and my casual appearance. We arrived and learned there were 85 beers. It became our task to, among the 3 of us, sample them all. Woa! It was a good time, beer, live music and a friendly crowd. I met Randy. Turns out he lives up where the parent's have a cabin. "You should come out for the tractor pull next weekend." He hands me his business card, which, no kidding is a picture of him on a tractor. I call him later to get details on "the pull" and he returns the message with the details. Kind of fun! I'm on the country music kick with heightened romanticism of men who work with their hands, ride tractors and say "yee haw." This might be fun.
Needless to say, what followed was disappointing:
If you haven't been, tractor pulls, not very exciting. Don't get me wrong it was fun to feel the community-kind-of-gathering and hear people yelling "go Bob!" But over all, pretty tame.
After some awkwardness of meeting up with Randy, we (2 new friends - 1 married, who can be assured she got a good one) confirmed we had been invited to a bbq at his place. Once we arrived it was clear that "I think your tractor's sexy" lyrics didn't tell all. How were we to know that tractor boys don't necessarily wash their hands after the event? There was no warning that these guys would prefer to pee outside on the land instead of going in to the bathroom, not to mention the confusion on whether there was another roll of toilet paper. I wasn't prepared for a dolly in the dining room, or the guy who lost his tooth after he'd taken it out to eat - only to find it on the dirty carpet later that evening, where he promplty popped it back in. Wasn't exactly the Tim McGraw, Keith Urban, Brad Paisley crowd I had hoped for.

The next day my friends and I went off-roading. There is something so fun about bouncing around in my jeep. The top off. The sun shining. The smell of mountain.

Good times, great memories, but I'm afraid no prince charmings.
-JLT