Amanda

When I was visiting my girl Marcy in LA (shout out to the minty one), we went to a restaurant that had a saloon feel and a mechanical bull. One person rode the bull while we were there and was thrown off it in a matter of seconds.  Neither Marcy nor I gave the bull a run for it’s money and at the time I tried not to make direct eye contact with the black beast.  The more I think about that evening, my last hours in LA, the more regret I feel at not trying it.  So what if I had gotten thrown and landed on my head?  So what if people laughed or worse, didn’t laugh?  I admit I should have been a little bit more drunk and if more people had sattled up I would’ve been more inclined but why oh why didn’t I try?

There’s nothing good about going through life with regrets so I have decided this event is not regret but a prelude……mark my words:  the next time I meet a mechanical bull in a bar, I will buy it a drink and ride it until it has had its way with me.

I want to end my rant by encouraging those of you faced with your bull to go for it.  You haven’t got shit to lose!