A couple of tickets to the San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo fell off the back of a truck on Wednesday. Elise and I drove down to SA, paid $30 for two personal pizzas and a couple drinks, watched the rodeo and Bill Engvall perform afterwards. Ninety percent of the Bill’s act was new material and it was all hilarious.
During one of the bullrides “Freebird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd was cranked through the PA. Elise turned to me with her hand on her abdomen and said, “Ohmagawd, the baby likes Skynyrd.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
We didn’t leave the rodeo until 11 p.m. On the way home I cranked up “Sweet Home Alabama” on the iPod. Elise turned to me and said, “The baby just started moving!”
As another test I cranked up Metallica’s cover of Skynyrd’s “Tuesday’s Gone”. The baby didn’t move. I’m hoping that the Skynyrd-induced movement was like banging on the ceiling of your apartment, telling the upstairs neighbors to turn that crap on the stereo down.
If not, we won’t bathe the kid and when its hair is long enough we’ll give it a mullet.
This made me wonder if my parents had listened to The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, and Eric Clapton while I was forming inside the womb. Very cute article!