Friday, April 24, 2009

You Can Lead A Horse To Beer

But how much will you let him drink if he is your ride?

Christmas at the Kokomo on H25
(Well, actually, the day after Thanksgiving in parade gear)

We were just strolling down the street after the parade last winter when we saw these two go into the bar. I said, "Dang, I wish I had a camera!"

And Stephanie said, "I've got one!" and pulled it out of her pocket.

The horse's schnozzola poked through the door in the bar didn't give me as much pause as what followed when they walked away.

A woman came rushing out of the club exclaiming, "Wait. I haven't talked to you in months!"

Naturally, I thought she was addressing the Christmas Cowboy, but when I turned to be nosy, myself, for a moment, there she was carrying on what sounded like a sober conversation, catching up with the Holiday Horse, because, after all, she hadn't talked to him in months.

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