So. Army Post #1: Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Cultural Happening: Rodeo.
Well, this is the land of the cowboy! That being the case, Spike and I drove to Altus, Oklahoma this weekend and watched The Great Plains Stampede Rodeo. It was, to borrow a cliche, our first time to the rodeo.
|Altus is another military town: home of the eponymous Altus Air Force Base. Exhibit A: lots of airplanes.|
|My awesome, authentic, secondhand boots|
As one might imagine, bull riding was the most impressive of the events. At the risk of sounding a bit idiotic, those animals are BIG! 2,000 pounds, to be exact, and more vindictive than the horses post-ride.
|My less-than-professional shot of one of the bullriders|
*I might have taken liberties with the floweriness of the Captain's language.
I thought about this suggestion and agreed with Spike's reasoning, but concluded that "Bullman" sounds like a superhero whose origins I'd rather not know. Spike says I lack vision. ...Well, perhaps. Or perhaps I'm afflicted with too much vision.
|Much to the Captain's glee, the rodeo-goers were a very patriotic crowd.|
Oklahoma cultural activity: success! I'd love to go to another rodeo!
In other news, Spike and I bought each others' wedding bands this past week. Mine was sent off to be sized, along with my engagement ring. They ought to be back within a week and a half, which will make another happy event (I'll leave you in...ahem...suspense as to what that is) possible. If you'll indulge me in a bit of feminine sentimentality, I do miss my ring...but it'll be nice to have it fit without wearing a ring snuggie. (I overestimated my finger by a size when Spike asked about it...clearly, I'm a big fine jewelry buyer when left to my own devices.) In the meantime, though, I've been wearing my grandmother's wedding band.
|Grammy's wedding band, circa 1949.|
|Behold: the battle plans that ate the living room.|