During dinner my friend told me that one of the members of the state board, Jeff VanderWerff, showed my blog during the section on social media. I was so happy! I thanked him afterward for the exposure. (Welcome, young farmer readers!)
One of the events was Casino Night. I am such a huge risk taker when it comes to fake money! Put down all my chips? Sure! This is the opposite of my gambling in real life. When I was in Las Vegas working at a tradeshow a few years ago, I was down $5.00 on a blackjack table. I was disgusted. I decided to quit ... even though I wasn't ahead. On the way back to the room, I found a nickel on the floor and picked it up, triumphant over having gotten back at least some of my money from the casino.
When I got back to my room, I called Kris and said, "I'm down four ninety-five."
He said, "What? You lost $495 dollars?!"
I said, "No - Four dollars and 95 cents!"
So you can see how I really roll. But last night we cleaned up at the fake tables and traded our chips in for some lovely pruning shears.
After that, we went to a bar called the Whiskey Barrel. It was my first time there and it was a real country bar! I'd only been to country bars in Colorado and Texas before - places I think of there being cowboys - but this compared with both those states. Cowboy hats, boots, and belt buckles everywhere, live band, and a mechanical bull. It was really fun to see.
Then today I saw in the newspaper that this weekend was the MSU Spartan Stampede Rodeo, which draws 8000 people. So now I don't know - is that bar full of cowboys all the time, or were they rodeo folk?
And am I the only young farmer still using the word 'folk'?