Back in business and PBR Albuquerque
Hey y'all!
Yeah, we were down a while, and weren't sure how to fix it. Now we know, so the cowgirl up blog is back in business.
We headed off this past weekend to Albuquerque to see the Ty Murray invitational Built Ford Tough PBR event.
So. Here we have the good, the bad, and the ugly.
We're all about experiencing our personal joy in the CGU household, so I'll start with the good. The fan club seats were better than we expected. The boys rode pretty well, and our favorites were there in full force. We even got to see Adriano Moraes and Paulo Crimber in the crowd, and those boys were looking good. Zach Brown won the event, and Spud Jones, who was one of the New Mexico and Native American invitees did real well. The event flowed well, and James was the pick up man, which made it a good roping show.
Chris Shivers put in two qualified rides, and Guilherme made the short go on a round two win. We had a lot of fun watching the guys and chatting with them. We stayed at the Sandia in Albuquerque, which was very pleasant. The staff there rocked our socks.
We'd gone to Santa Fe for a few days before the event, and man that was cool. Cold, too, as it snowed 7 inches, and man, for Texans who had seen 90 degrees the day before we left home? Wow. Cold.
The bad? Well, the event moved from the Tingley auditorium to the Pit at UNM. The arena was way too small, and there was a real chance that both bulls and riders were gonna get hurt the way they had to set up the chutes and the one (yeah, one) back gate.
And then, there was no Flint. Y'all probably know that award winning barrelman Flint Rasmussen had a heart attack. Well, maybe y'all know, seeing as how they've taken any info on him off the PBRnow page, so aside from a blog post promising he'll be back, there's nothing to be found. But he did have a heart attack, and he was out for the Albuquerque event. While I have nothing at all against Keith Isley , who is a fine barrelman, we missed Flint a lot. We decided that the thing about Flint that sets him apart is his musicality. A lot of guys out there are funny, and physical and all that, but Flint has the musical chops that these two redneck gals crave. We miss you, Flint. Come back.
Finally, there's the ugly. We may be all about the joy, but there was no joy in this experience. A few weeks ago, the PBR fan club contacted us about volunteering at the Team PBR or Resistol Relief booth. We said sure. We were told to be there at 10:30 am on Sunday. We were early, which was no one's fault but ours, but it meant we had to sit through the church service, which was, uh, disjointed at best. When no one had showed by 11, we, and the other pair of volunteers were getting grumpy. By the time it was noon and we'd only been acknowledged by the lady who had to leave town on a family emergency and no one had apologized? We were nuclear. And when some little girl finally showed up 15 minutes before the doors opened and told us we had to climb up and down the bleachers and put flyers out? Well. Now, mind you, *they* called us. They told us we'd be working a booth, so all of us, who were not afraid of hard work by any means, had dressed nicely. We were rocking the redneck tuxedo with the bling and boots, and the New England ladies were all in white clothes and heels. If they had ever once told us we'd have to climb bleachers, we would have worn sneakers and shit. Then? They wanted us to work the booth during the show we'd paid $100.00 per ticket for.
So. We did 15 minutes and then went and sat in our seats, which were far better than listening to the show from the damned concourse, and said screw it. I'll be moved to write a letter, I promise. I might even post it here.
That was the ugly. Good thing we go for the cowboys, and not the increasingly big machine that is corporate PBR.
Yeah, we were down a while, and weren't sure how to fix it. Now we know, so the cowgirl up blog is back in business.
We headed off this past weekend to Albuquerque to see the Ty Murray invitational Built Ford Tough PBR event.
So. Here we have the good, the bad, and the ugly.
We're all about experiencing our personal joy in the CGU household, so I'll start with the good. The fan club seats were better than we expected. The boys rode pretty well, and our favorites were there in full force. We even got to see Adriano Moraes and Paulo Crimber in the crowd, and those boys were looking good. Zach Brown won the event, and Spud Jones, who was one of the New Mexico and Native American invitees did real well. The event flowed well, and James was the pick up man, which made it a good roping show.
Chris Shivers put in two qualified rides, and Guilherme made the short go on a round two win. We had a lot of fun watching the guys and chatting with them. We stayed at the Sandia in Albuquerque, which was very pleasant. The staff there rocked our socks.
We'd gone to Santa Fe for a few days before the event, and man that was cool. Cold, too, as it snowed 7 inches, and man, for Texans who had seen 90 degrees the day before we left home? Wow. Cold.
The bad? Well, the event moved from the Tingley auditorium to the Pit at UNM. The arena was way too small, and there was a real chance that both bulls and riders were gonna get hurt the way they had to set up the chutes and the one (yeah, one) back gate.
And then, there was no Flint. Y'all probably know that award winning barrelman Flint Rasmussen had a heart attack. Well, maybe y'all know, seeing as how they've taken any info on him off the PBRnow page, so aside from a blog post promising he'll be back, there's nothing to be found. But he did have a heart attack, and he was out for the Albuquerque event. While I have nothing at all against Keith Isley , who is a fine barrelman, we missed Flint a lot. We decided that the thing about Flint that sets him apart is his musicality. A lot of guys out there are funny, and physical and all that, but Flint has the musical chops that these two redneck gals crave. We miss you, Flint. Come back.
Finally, there's the ugly. We may be all about the joy, but there was no joy in this experience. A few weeks ago, the PBR fan club contacted us about volunteering at the Team PBR or Resistol Relief booth. We said sure. We were told to be there at 10:30 am on Sunday. We were early, which was no one's fault but ours, but it meant we had to sit through the church service, which was, uh, disjointed at best. When no one had showed by 11, we, and the other pair of volunteers were getting grumpy. By the time it was noon and we'd only been acknowledged by the lady who had to leave town on a family emergency and no one had apologized? We were nuclear. And when some little girl finally showed up 15 minutes before the doors opened and told us we had to climb up and down the bleachers and put flyers out? Well. Now, mind you, *they* called us. They told us we'd be working a booth, so all of us, who were not afraid of hard work by any means, had dressed nicely. We were rocking the redneck tuxedo with the bling and boots, and the New England ladies were all in white clothes and heels. If they had ever once told us we'd have to climb bleachers, we would have worn sneakers and shit. Then? They wanted us to work the booth during the show we'd paid $100.00 per ticket for.
So. We did 15 minutes and then went and sat in our seats, which were far better than listening to the show from the damned concourse, and said screw it. I'll be moved to write a letter, I promise. I might even post it here.
That was the ugly. Good thing we go for the cowboys, and not the increasingly big machine that is corporate PBR.
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