I love me a cowboy.
When I first moved to NM, I was taken with the men in cowboy boots and hats. See, on the East Coast, at least my little edge of it, a guy in a cowboy hat. Well. Shall we just say poseur? It's for real out here.
Last night my Taos Conference girlies and I stepped up to the bar at the Sagebrush Inn, and before long, we were being spun around the dance floor by men who really knew how to dance. In cowboy hats. With a patina on them.
It pays to have a cute dancing dress and shoes. Just sayin'.