Updated: March 20, Ought Two

WHERE TO DANCE in Fort Worth
The Horseman Club
"Fort Worth's Premier Country Western Night Club"

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by Beki Crider

COME ON DOWN and See Us Sometime!!!

Come and join us for a night of dancing and great socializing. We're a friendly and fun bunch of died in the wool dance fanatics. We can pretty much turn any situation into a dancefest. It doesn't matter if we are at a Garage Sale or standing in line for an event or at a nice restaurant or walking down a sidewalk, we will work on a dance move or teach a new move or try to figure out a move that someone has seen and reconstruct it or screw up a move and in the process discover a new move. We usually name these moves with the name of the place we are doing or teaching the move. But, whatever the occasion or wherever we are we have fun. So join us over by the DJ booth at The Horseman Club and become a part of the group.

Loss of Our Friend

We would like to extend our deepest sympathy to our friend Todd Mayer's Family. Todd was our Bar manager at The Horseman Club and he will be greatly missed.
 
 
 

Shopping Spree - April 7th @ 1:00 P.M.

Yes, folk that's right. We have scheduled another BIG Shopping Spree. John Lester, our President, has worked his magic again and we are going to Grapevine Mills Mall and also to Victoria Secret to shop till we drop. You, too, Guys! We enjoy ya'll being there. Actually its our guys that help all us girls out. They look for clothes for us and bring us different sizes and pick out things they think would look good on us or a style they know we wear well. It's really a blast having them there. We have schedule this with the store managers for April 7th. We will meet at 1:00 P.M. at Western Warehouse inside Grapevine Mills Mall for some great discounts above and beyond our usual discount and also at Victoria Secret. We will also visit some other stores in the mall. And, of course after all the shopping, we will have dinner somewhere close by. This has always been such a blast. One note though...Please keep an eye on me and my hands and make sure I don't leave my rings behind again this year. Repeat after me...Beki is so not going to loose her rings...Beki is so not going to loose her rings...Beki is so not going to loose her rings. I thank you and Ron thanks you and my State Farm Agent thanks you.

Route 66 Classic Dance Contest

ProAm Female Diamond Novice

Betty Cherry with Jayson Booth

2nd Place Overall

Gold: Cha-Cha and East Coast Swing

Silver: Waltz, Two Step, West Coast Swing and Night Club Two Step.

Couples Classic Silver Novice

Mark & Sally Reardon

1st Place Overall

1 st Place Cha-Cha, Waltz, Two Step and West Coast 

PS Note:

I got this email from my dance list. But it could be used for anytime one of the female sex gets ready for an important event. This is so worth the reading. Beki

Dance Night Out---The Ritual
(or why you don't see me very often anymore)

I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into that wonderful little outfit I bought thinking I was 'this close' to being able to get into it.

I pulled the outfit out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly to the bed, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them. Bravely, I took it off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got it all the way up to my knees... before the zipper gave out.

I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals and dance the night away. Okay, one set back was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B. The black velvet caftan.

I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug store; the scented shower gel; the body building, and highlighting shampoo & conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity -fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.

OK - time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear.

With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.

I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested.

A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?" Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But I was firm!

Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom.

An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn ---straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups."

Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up, and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work.

So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have lift up! My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest. And I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh... why did I buy heels with buckles? Then I had to pee again.

I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the night out.

"Lets Dance"

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See you at The Horseman Club

Beki 

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