The Horseman Club
"Fort Worth's Premier Country Western Night Club"
by Beki Crider
Chapter Member Snippets
John Lester – your chapter President is very much like Will Rogers. He never met a stranger. But...if John goes off to the bathroom, you could be in for a long wait. The man can talk! He has also been known to grab the microphone at "On The Border" Restaurant and announce ""Bill Clinton, your table of 3 (one for Monica) is ready.
George Arndt – or better known as Barrio George when in Miami’s, Little Havana or his adaptive technique of learning to do SOBE turns in Miami’s South Beach area and count slug bugs. A great chauffeur by the way.
Lynda Kaufman – Ask her if she has any penetrating oil? Ron did and her expression was priceless.
Pat Quick – ask Pat how you make such an impression on the Director of a 5 star hotel that he sends us a bottle of his finest champagne and four long stem goblets with a personal note. She also went beyond the call of duty when I wanted a picture wearing a live 8 foot snake. She was shaking while taking pictures with my camera and then to get a better shot, she accidentally backed up into a man holding another big snake and turned her head to look nose to nose with a white Burmese Python.
Ron Crider – or as Pat calls him "Sticky Butt"… I spilled a coke in his crotch area on a plane ride and he tried to jump up to keep from sitting in it as it ran down, but his seat belt jerked him back and well he was really wet and sticky hence "Sticky Butt".
Beki Crider – After spilling on Ron, I then turned to eat my snack mix and knocked my coke over on the lady on my right. It was a really chilly ride home between both of my coke victims. Pat and George had their heads down, muttering words like...We don’t know them!
Livin LaVita Loca
George, Pat, Ron, and I found South Beach Miami, Salsa Heaven. We danced & partied until 6:00 AM every morning. We even got into an after concert party of Mark Anthony’s at Gloria Estefan’s club Bongo.
Parking was a bit high as most clubs were 20.00 to park. Some of the clubs had really crowded dance floors and Ron said he wasn’t exactly sure if he was dancing with Pat or I or with the guy behind or beside him.
Do to some condescending photos, George is no longer eligible for the Mr. America contest and the check fries and check tots were extremely plentiful in South Beach or Sobe to the natives.
We did blend in with the locals some and tried to adapt their street version of Salsa. They did look good and it was a blast.
Warm nights, wine & hot tubs at 5:00 AM are wonderful. Flying on 9-11 wasn’t so bad either! Waving my flag proudly
"Lets Dance"
See you at The Horseman Club
- Beki
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