This is a magical time of year in the city of sin, no not because of the approaching holiday season or the change in weather (it actually snowed yesterday, hell has officially frozen over). It's special because every year about this time the PBR comes to town. For those of you that are unfamiliar, as I was, not only does PBR stand for Pabst Blue Ribbon (which I'm sure was a proud sponsor) it also stands for Professional Bull Riders and apparently they have their annual Playoffs? World Series? Bowl?? I donno, basically they all come to town to ride bulls and kick shit (the shit kicking is just my assumption).
Anyway.
They kick off the festivities with a good ol fashioned ho-down because really, what says good ol fashioned like the neon glow of Frontier Street and where are more ho's down than Vegas?
Now in the five or so years I've lived here I've never been to or really even been aware of the whole thing. Although I do remember a few times over the years noticing an unusually large amount of junk hugging jeans and handlebar mustaches roaming the city, didn't think too much about it at the time but it all makes sense now.
This year I have new work Friend Lyndsay and she is a cowgirl in the purest sense of the word (she even comes equipped with her own ranch!) Well despite the fact that this wasn't really my scene Lyndsay lured me there with promises of free flowing booze, hookers and blow.
Except not hookers and blow.
Boy was I in for a treat! There were Wranglers as far as the eye could see! Country bands I'd never heard of, HUGE hair, I mean I had big hair in the 80's, but it was the 80's for God's sake!! I also saw this guy:
He looks like fun
All was going well and we were having a drunken good time as you can plainly see: 
I even shin-digged (shin-dug?) with Matt that you see above. Mostly I just hung on for dear life as he tried to guide my uncoordinated ass in an act that may or may not have resembled dancing. He's a good man. In the mean time Lyndsay was apparently hittin the sauce pretty hard, which in turn lead to her taking a swing at an old acquaintance (and all around
bad man)
that for reasons unbeknownst to me, goes by the name of "Pepper". Interesting. Ever wonder why there's never a cop around when you need one?
I know! I know! Pick ME!!
It's because they are attempting to subdue a very drunk, very angry 5'1" little girl. Sorry robbery/rape/murder victim, Las Vegas police have no time for you. I SAID NO TIME. They have smaller fish to fry. Matt being the good man that he is followed as they carted off our hero mostly to make sure they didn't taze her ass. Long story short Matt got arrested for some "past issues that had yet to be resolved". Lyndsay walked away minus a police record and plus a cops phone number. I guess Officer Nightstick likes his ladies drunk and angry. But don't feel too bad for our friend Matt, he was bailed out a couple days later and he took it all with a grain of salt. After all have you ever seen anyone so damn happy to be in handcuffs??
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