Us cowboys

We visited Luckenbach, TX (population 1) yesterday. We camped outside the nearby town of Fredericksburg. It was cold. But inside the Luckenbach bar it was quite warm with the wood-burning furnace. We mingled with some legit cowboys and looked totally out of place. Fortunately I had reminded Todd to remove the Oakleys sitting on top his head. The bartender stared at our ID's for minutes it seemed, considering whether to serve us alcohol. Finally she caved, we got the official TX cowboy beer--Shiner Bock--and I aggravated our absurdity by taking lots of pictures and video for our readers. I think almost everyone in the bar had a guitar, and they exchanged seats with one another at the guitar circle, and played some country/bluegrass stuff. Some more upbeat than others, nothing I've ever heard before, and very cool. They even had a genuine upright bass player that sounded great until he left and some guy came back with a stick a piece of string and a tub that was all somehow manufactured to produce low notes. That actually sounded pretty good, too. We got to learn all about what it is to be a trucker from a guy next to us. And as the beer set in, we got fewer stares and glances with every movement of our mouths. We were actually the last ones to leave the bar (in true New Orleans fashion).