I always take my cowboy boots everywhere I go... they've even been to Portgual, Spain, and Italy for goodness sakes! They are my most comfortable footwear (maybe even more comfortable than my running shoes) and, in my opinion, are super fashionable AND... they are just me. I glanced at them sitting on my shoe rack the other day, all dirty and in desperate need of conditioning and decided they needed a break. Very bad decision.
Before I continue, I thought you would like to see a picture of my cowboy boot on a bench at the train station in Lisbon. I almost left it there (I wasn't wearing them because they got completely soaked in Aveiro)... poor cowboy boot.
OK, so now onto the purpose of my post... indications that I should have brought my cowboy boots to Montana:
1. Each state that uses the website I work for can choose an image that depicts their state, which then appears when they login... this is the image they chose.
2. On my flight from Denver to Billings, MT, I looked around and all I saw were cowboy boots and hats everywhere I looked!
3. When getting in the hotel shuttle from the airport, the driver was blasting country music. "If it weren't for trucks there wouldn't be tailgates..." Those were my favorite lyrics.
4. I have huge cuts on the back of my feet from shoes that are not as cool as my cowboy boots. I mean, look how big the bandaid is that I have to use! It's bigger than my iPhone!
OK, off to Cabela's (hiking shoes), go see some mountains, drink some Montana Brewery beer, and eat some country fried steak!
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