Vodka + Tequila = Mechanical Bull Rides

This past Saturday night we all celebrated a friend's birthday at Duke's. Silly me, I invited NYB (that's New Year's Boy) to show up. In hindsight, that was STUPID!!! I told NYB earlier in the week that I was headed to Duke's on Saturday night with my friends, and that him and his friends were welcome to join up with us. This is first time I had invited him anywhere that our "peeps" might inter-mingle. One of the reasons I invited him is the last time I was at Duke's, it was such a meat market I figured there was no way I would possibly meet anyone this time. Ooh boy, was I wrong.
After a warm-up vodka and absolut at the house, we headed over to the bar to save tables. First arrivals to our little celebration included a very gorgeous guy (tall, dark hair, dressed sharp, NOT a cowboy) so of course I ask for a status report and what do you know, he's available. He buys me another absolut & cran., he gets another red bull & vodka (hence I will refer to him as mr. red bull) and we agree that for a tequila shot I will go ride the mechanical bull. Keep in mind, I haven't done a shot of ANYTHING AT ALL, let alone tequila, in damn near 7 years. Voice of experience and the 20/20 vision of hindsight speaking, your first shot after not drinking very much for years should not be tequila. However, at this point in the night, NYB is running late and not arrived at the bar yet. And so mr. redbull and I walk over so I can take that mechanical bull ride.
I sign my life away so I can't sue them for injuring my drunk ass when I fall off the bull, and mr. redbull heads back to tell everyone else to watch. As I climb on, I'm told to hold on to the front of the bull with my legs and grip the rope in my right hand. (Guess I should've brought the cowboy hat... oh well). They start the bull and as it rotates around, I see NYB and his buddies. Oh well, cowgirl up!
Apparently, I did OK on the bull since complete strangers were high-fiving me while I walked back across the bar thinking "holy shit, how do I keep these guys separate since we're all here for the same party?" After a quick girls room trip, I barricaded myself against a wall behind my girlfriends and drank down another absolut & cran. I'm not entirely sure where NYB and I stand since he's such a sweetheart and acts like my BF even though we've never had the 'lets be exclusive' talk, and I'm so all about mr. redbull. Now what do I do?
Fortunately, NYB is chillin' with his friends and I'm "busy" talking to my girlfriends although I keep glancing over to check out mr. redbull. Damn, he's cute but how am I gonna finish out the evening with both of them in the same bar?
My answer arrived when mr. redbull and his friends left for another bar - but not before we traded numbers. My night could have easily ended on that positive note, except for the fact I was talked into another bull ride by someone else. Yeehaw! Note for next time - One ride is OK, two pretty much kicks your ass.

Fashion commentary:
Mere observations from the night - when wearing tight black leather pants, make sure your gut isn't hanging out over the top of them below your crop top. Shoes appropriate for a country bar do NOT include open toed white sandals, and most certainly not with nylons. Leather pants are OK, black shiny vinyl not so much. And if your ass is wider than the mechanical bull and they have to readjust the stablizers when you're done riding, you don't belong up there and no one on the dance floor really wants to see that anyway (I know I could've gone my whole life without seeing it).

Rock on!