Back To The Bar example essay topic

Faded country music coming from inside the building was all I could hear as I approached. The rustling of identification being pulled out of their original components and the smell of excitement filled the air as the line grew tighter and the people started pushing their way forward. The man behind me was rubbing against me in a struggle to enter the building asif we had been lovers in the past. The closer I got to the building I began to hear the music even louder. I had never been to Dallas before and I was bound and determined to have a good time. My sister, Melissa, and I finally entered the bar and began to move comfortably around the gigantic arena.

Immediately after entering the bar a greeter took our cover charge and said, "Welcome to Billy Bob's. The world's largest Honky Tonk Bar". To this day I have no idea what "honky to nk" means. As we walked down the first hallway, I noticed framed hand prints in clay. At first thought a local kindergarten class had visited the bar although that wouldn't be very ethical but you never can tell in Texas.

As I looked closer I noticed there were names like George Straight, Randy Travis, Wynonna, Reba Macintyre, and Garth brooks written on them. The hallway was filled with these memoirs from the ceiling to the floor of performers who had sung in this bar. The clay was cold and damp as I placed my hands in the formation of each of the Dixie Chicks'. I began to think of all of the people who had done the same and I pulled my hands out quickly. We walked in to the main area where I didn't know what to do first. There were at least 40 bar vendors in their booths scattered all over the arena.

With two big X's only hands I decided that was not an opportunity for me just yet and went on to the dance floor. The dance floor seemed about half of a football field in size and crammed with people line dancing. Since I had forgotten to wear my cowgirl attire I ventured to just watch and laugh. Melissa used to teach line dancing and joined right in trying to drag me with her. I reassured her that although I wanted to have fun I do have boundaries and said no.

There were tables with chairs all around the stage but finding one that was empty was an adventure in itself. Cowboy hats and chewing tobacco seemed to be the dominant trend in this southern bar and I have never felt so out of place. Melissa and I then began to walk around and have a few drinks. I noticed a mechanical bull sitting in it's authentic background waiting for people to get drunk enough to come ride him.

The thought crossed my mind that it might be fun but I would have to down a few shots first. So, we headed back to the bar. Soon later my motherly sister said that I would probably look like an idiot if I went back to Indiana and told all of my friends that I got whip lash after I got drunk and rode a mechanical bull in Texas. She was definitely correct.