Stampede is Coming

Well, it's that time of year again: Cowboy boots, jeans, loud country music, obnoxious drunks, destroyed marriages, and rich lawyers. Doctors will be busy treating the STD's people will pick up this year. The boozy cooperate events are back, but scaled down.

This year I'll be doing Stampede via my new job's way. I no longer work for a consulting company, so the O&G environment is pretty relaxed compared to my old gig.

I do not own a cowboy hat anymore. The last one I owned survived for 10 years and then finally bit the dust when it got hit by a rainstorm. My music tastes have shifted dramatically since the 1990's: I no longer listen to country music. Sure, I like the classics but I just don't care about today's country music.

I have a pair of dusty old cowboy boots and 2 different belt buckles. I'll take out my silver eagle for parade day. Let the bedlam begin.