"I do what I say and say what I mean
Try to get a grip on the American dream
Sunrise to Sunset Strip I'll be
Workin' to the bone just to try to have a voice
When Friday night comes I'm gonna turn up the noise
Like a good, good, good cowboy."
- Lonstar; Like A Good Cowboy
Went to Dairy Queen tonight.
And it was quite interesting.
Remembering how I needed to grab a jacket before I left the house or else I'd freeze even though it's in the eighties outside they always keep the inside of DQ very cold.
When we pulled up, the sun had maybe another hour left of light to give and the place was busy.
There was severl people I'd never met before.
And several I knew, even if it was just from around town.
It was great just listening to the converstations going on around me as different people would hop up in the silence upon which only converstation was heard and put a quater in the jukebox bring another song to life.
I wish I would have remembered to grab my wallet before I'd left the house, then I could have been one of those people as well.
I remember when this one couple(The boy I knew from when I used to go to church around here and the girl because of her mother) I smiled and he smiled back, she didn't even notice, but his smile lingered longer than it should have.
Almost as if to say; "I'd date you if I could"
I hadn't been in DQ on a friday night in a while.
But being in there reminded me of the old days.
Of coming in there on a friday night after a football game and the place was bustling with families and teenagers alike as they celebrated with a bleezered or some other treat.
Of how it was common to have people sitting at different ends up the building but carrying on a converstation over the noise of everyone else and of the jukebox as it played.
Kids crowding around it in a attempt to pick a song that they could talk their parents into spending a quater on to play.
I would have been one of those kids, but those were nights when mama kept me close to her side.
And then there was the calls of "Hey! -insert name here-" as someone new walked through the door and would usually get distracted from the task of getting in line to go speak to the friends who'd called their attention.
Something smailiar happened tonight.
As I looked out the windows and watched Steven climb out of his truck and move with some amount of excitement to greet his grandparents who had his younger sister with him who is about my age.
They'd come inside and he'd headed to the table with the couple I spoke of earlier, chit-chatting a little while before drifting to the booth over from us to speak to the girls that I saw at the rodeo last weekend and who I was quite sure at least on was on the cheerleadering squad.
It's funny how in such a small town you don't have to put a face to a name.
Because you know everyone's name.
But you don't always know them.
But what you do know, is the gossip that spreads like a wild fire.
That spreads so quickly you don't realize how major the rumor is until the whole town is talking about it and the person or persons involved are hurt or annoyed or pissed, sometimes all three.
I love the small town.
Even with all the drama and the gossip.
It's still an amazing thing.
To live in such a place as this.
To know all the towns little white lies and dirty little secerts.
To be 'in the know' without having to be involved directly.
Everyone's related to someone.
And everyone knows your name, even if you don't know theirs.
But chances are, you do.
You just wouldn't reconigze them if they came up and bit you on the ass.
And so, I end this blog post only because I must sleep.
I am working 5-1 tomorrow.
Hopefully I actually come home at one, but if not then I suppose a nap will be on the meau.
Must offically decide on what to wear tomorrow, I need to have it ready for sunday.
XOXO,
Dollface
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