Well, now this isn’t something I do often, but the opportunity arose and I grabbed it. So it was suggested that we go to the Saddle Rack. She was bringing another friend. With much trepidation, I decided it might be fun to do something a little different. It’s a dance club, but country.

For me, this is a fate worse than death. I left the Midwest and happily got away from all things country. I avoided like the plague (really) when I lived in places where country music was on nearly ever radio channel. Here, there is only one country music channel on the radio (might be two by now).

I don’t even know the dances. Although I did see them swing dancing to country music. Who knew? I was asked if I danced West Coast Swing…I think lost my brain there for a moment because I said no. But I do know. It has been awhile though. I always think of it as just swing, as compared to Lindy Hop. I missed a fun moment there. Silly me. However, I was waiting for my friends to show and watching for them was more important.

The band was good, and they did play some rock music later in the evening. So really it was fun, but it has to be the whitest night club in Silicon Valley. We arrived later in the evening and missed dance lessons. While the line dancing looks easy, it’s not. I know. I’ve tried at least once in my lifetime.

They have a bull. What’s a country night club without the crazy drunks riding the electronic bull? Our friend S rode that darn bull. Pretty well actually. I was in charge of taking pictures. She got pretty wild. The cage brought out a side of her I’ve never seen. Pictures were taken of that as well.

I would probably go again if the chance arose, but it wasn’t so bad being there by myself for the half hour that I waited for my friends. So perhaps if I’m itching to go out and no one is available, you will find me there.