The Rack Strikes Again

   So I have said it once and I will say it again...it impossible not to be entertained at The Saddle Rack. I venture to guess that one can sit at a table, ten feet from the entrance, the whole night, and see more shenanigans than anywhere else. The 80 year old guy with a bowl cut is a staple. Watching him swing the youngest ladies around the dance floor is a Viagra commercial in the making. Last night was no exception. The man is a god and should be studied. Next time I will try to pluck a hair off his head for further analysis.  
Drinking, dancing and watching brave souls be tossed from the mechanical bull completed a night of debauchery with the ladies. I did meet a nice guy there, who kind of looked like a cross between Matt Lauer and Bill Resnick. At least this guy was out of his twenties!
     By 3:30 am the night was done and my head hit the pillow. Sweet dreams still lingered in my mind as I got up the next morning. In an inspired moment of productivity I decide to start a load of laundry before yoga. As I go to put the clothes in the dryer and hit start, it moans in protest and then stops. shit.