Picture of and my brother, Spencer, and I country waltzing at my brother (Steven)'s wedding reception this weekend. It was, in fact, a barn dance. Colorado mountains, belt buckles, cowboy hats, fu manchus, and everything. Loved every single second.
Fellow Country Mice,
There are rumble strips at various points across the Bay Bridge between San Francisco and Oakland; they are supposed to be a signal to drivers to slow down, and when I moved to San Francisco, my dad drove me across the Bay Bridge. It was a clear night, and we could see the whole skyline. I looked out over this amazing, beautiful city, and got excited about living in the middle of all that: shopping at big department stores, sight-seeing, eating at trendy restaurants, wearing fancy dresses, and having new, big, city-girl adventures. But then, when our little Camry drove across those rumble strips I thought, “Hmm. Why are there cattle guards on a bridge?”
Maybe I’m not so city mouse.