Friday night Paul and I had a ball hanging out with Ryan and Elisabeth, celebrating Ryan's 30th birthday. All the Brewers were there (minus children), which is a party in itself, regardless of what you are doing. We spent the night in Greensboro without our boys, who were staying with Granddaddy and Granny. They were happy, and so were we as this was our first overnight date in over nineteen months! (We were way past due for this.)
Elisabeth made me proud with her cowboy-themed party. There were cowboy hats, bandanas, a delicious chocolate and vanilla cowboy cake, cowboy cups that said "Kraksa is 30" with a cowboy on it, and delicious "redneck food", as she called it. And, my most favorite part of the party was the mechanical bull!! I only rode it once, as my tummy was not feeling well, but it was much harder than I thought it would be. Paul's brother-in-law, Richard, who is from Alaska approached the bull with his typical frontiersman attitude--he was going to conquer it. I'm not sure how many times he rode it, and I think it is much harder for someone as tall as he to stay on, but by the end of the party, he was "handlin'" that bull. Of course, I don't think any of us rode it even half as fast as it would go, but then again, none of us are even close to being bull riders. In fact, it was pretty hysterical to us that this bull was sitting alongside the golf course at Starmount Forest Country Club in Greensboro....we were a bunch of yuppies trying to act like cowboys.
The pictures posted here are of Paul's parents, siblings, and their spouses, along with pictures of Paul and I riding the bull. I'm saving these--I doubt you'll ever see us on a bull again. Paul was VERY sore the next day!
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