After the Wildcat things really got wild...

After the wildcat we headed off to the Range- the sketckiest local water hole. We had to go so that we could say that we had been there. We left the granola types and folk music and arrived in a bar with live country music and an interior that was in drastic need of an update. I was introduced to a Ridlean who is going back for her 10 year reunion in October. How random is that? I learned a very valuable lesson about the appropriateness of pigtails and my S is for Single t-shirt.