I made it to Bandera, Texas, the Cowboy Capital of the World. And it was good for me.
Bandera is bangin’! It’s a small Texas Hill Country town full of real cowboys. (…) They’ve got something going on almost every night of the week.
And it’s going on bralessly. Apparently.
If you consider the number of bras hanging from the ceiling in this bar, virtually every woman is braless in Bandera, Texas. Is that how to rope a cowboy? I’m asking because I need to know.
Even with the giant 9″ stick bug that hung out on my door for a day, Bandera was good for me.
Hehehe, I said ‘giant 9-inch’ and ‘hung’ in the same sentence.
But I digress into the hormonal state of a seventeen year-old boy. Right. That’s nothing new.
It’s been too long since I was on the road and the wanderlust is calling. I needed to get away for a bit, needed a change of scenery, needed to shake out the giant cockroach and the mouse. Not sure how effective that was since I ended up with a giant stick bug on my door for an entire day while in Bandera.
Bandera, Texas has a lot going on for a town of around 1,200 people. The downtown area is full of bars with nightly music acts, cute boutiques and restaurants.
And there’s always a festival. Of course, they had a festival while I was there. Unfortunately, it was not the huge annual All Singles Dance Rally. I missed that one in April. Maybe next year?
A festival with classic cars, a chicken car, and camels. How awesome is that? And it’s a bra-free town. Good stuff, people, good stuff.