Being Texan is just something that’s bred. Like DNA carries my genetic code, Texan pride runs through my veins.
Naturally, this is accompanied by a healthy appreciation for Lucchese boots, line-dancing, and country music.
My all-time favorite song to line-dance to is “Boot Scootin’ Boogie” by the legendary Brooks & Dunn. When I sat down to write this post (still in my boots), my mind wandered to that good ol’ line dance, and I wondered if I could find a YouTube video to share with those of you foreigners (read: non-Texans).
But as I browsed the alarmingly large amount of videos dedicated to mastering the Boot Scootin’ Boogie, I realized none of them were the version I dance.
Was I doing it wrong? I adapt to the people’s moves around me (you sort of have to, unless you want to be elbowed or kicked), so has it been the blind leading the blind?
Finally, I found it.
A crude little home video of some down-home peeps dancing it exactly the way I have done it all my life. It’s so versatile, and I like it because it has much more movement with the boot-slappin’ than just shimmying. Here it is.
If your buttcheeks don’t start rhythmically moving to the beat, there’s probably something seriously wrong with you. You should get that checked out.
I have to say this is my first romper, and what a great romper to get your feet wet with (not literally, although technically, you could). It’s light, airy, ripply, floral, and it fits like a glove–but not uncomfortably so. On the contrary, it’s super comfy, and I feel like it lives up to its name: it makes me want to romp around in it all day, every day. Perhaps I shall.
The boots are my pride and joy Lucchese’s in Mad Dog Goat. Handmade, and an absolute legend in boots. If Texans had a coming-of-age ritual, it would probably be signified by a first pair of Lucchese boots. Okay, not really, since they’re quite expensive, and it might take a 13-year-old seven years’ allowance for these babies. It didn’t take me quite that long, but only quite.
Mosquito, or spaz? It’s anyone’s guess.
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