I took the wife on a date Saturday night. Babysitter, Limousine to Louisville and back, Prime Rib, George Strait; pretty much the works. Big Fun, people. Go see George before he hangs it up. He's really startin' to show his age. The show, however, was flawless and Ol' George is old school when it comes to entertainin'. He just steps to the microphone and sings #1 hits one after another. No twistin', or obnoxious unmanly dancin' whatsoever. Just toe tappin' and croonin' the way Hank invented it.
The first thing we spot when we pulled up to Freedom Hall was a woman exiting an adjacent limo ass-first. Note I didn't say skirt first. That's because it was ass with pretty much a washcloth over it, or riding up over it. Nothing left for the imagination as the goods were clearly displayed.
Turns out that was to be the rule rather than the exception. There was much of many a female body displayed in all states of bloom and decay from nubile to "rode hard and put up wet" and often more sheer volume of exposed abdominal flesh than be comfortably viewed on a 20 ounce prime rib.
This was in stark contrast to most of the menfolk there, as nearly to the man they wore starched shirts, shiney boots, and Stetson hats. Hell, some of the older fellas even had creases ironed into their jeans (a sure sign of a loving wife).
Half way through the concert after a few beer/bathroom runs I noticed most of the females in attendence were solo or with a buddychick or two. I'm not quite sure what to make of that as the wares were on display for any interested party to consider. Personally I'm thinkin' these (ahem) ladies, aside from their display of bare excess cellulite, have become the "havenots" in the male/female courtship rite by virtue of offering goods so cheaply they have stifled demand. Flooded the market, as it were.
That's what I think. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
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