Being just a po dunk motorcycle rider from po dunk Will-kill-ya County, home of the not yet world famous po dunk Sopchoppy worm gruntin festival, imagine my excitement at being invited to attend a posh event at the very metropolitan "Hotel Duval" in the thriving metropolis of Tallahassee, Florida. You know, Florida's Capital city?
I mean I have no idea how many pair of jeans I went through before I could find my best pair so that I might not be an embarrassment to my lady for the evening, aka, the wife. I was so excited I even called Cowgirl in the hopes that by virtue of her never stepping foot in a Walmart she might be able to give me pointers on how to conduct myself appropriately.
Now one of the attractions of this new "place to be seen" is it's rooftop bar. We know rooftop bars are not new. It's just that most rooftop bars I'm familiar with involved toting a case up a few flight of stairs of an abandoned building meeting other night people, who would just as soon remain anonymous. I'm not sure, but it may have something to do with certain individuals who ended up descending said rooftops without aid of stairs. But that's another story.