Five years ago, if someone would have told me I would one day take part in a customer appreciation dinner for a livestock auction barn, I would have thought that person was crazy. However, things change when a girl marries a cattle rancher! Last night, John and I went to Mobridge for a prime rib dinner put on by the Mobridge Livestock Company. The meal was really good, but to tell you the truth, I felt completely out of place.
I decided a long time ago that I am not going to pretend to be a cowgirl. The few times that I have donned boots, jeans, turquoise jewelry, and my bling belt, I feel uncomfortable and not like myself. I feel much more content in my red Chuck Taylors, yoga pants, a scarf, and oversized earrings. However, an event like last night seems to require a certain kind of attire. Regardless of what I wear or the conversations I try to have, it still feels as though I am in someone else’s territory. It is not enjoyable. Thank goodness for my darling husband who is more fun to converse with than the territorial folks anyway.
Next weekend I get to head to Sioux Falls for a three day weekend. I cannot even describe how happy I am to be headed home. Christmas was the last time I was back, so it is definitely time for some sister time. Tracy (my sister) and I will be doing all of the things I love: pedicures, thrift store shopping, visiting my Gram and Gramps, visiting my bestie, Kamille, dressing up and going out, and hopefully spending some quality time with the Leslie and Moniquester (our parents).
Wishing you a great Monday,
The Displaced City Girl (who happens to feel very displaced right now)