The thick aroma of whiskey and hay filled the Bull Crossing Cantina, a makeshift bar the California Rodeo Salinas. People dance and fall over, the splashing of spilled drinks darkening your shoes. The liquor flows heavy and quick.
“Take my picture!” People scream and try and squeeze their faces into the camera. Others exhibit a hazy oblivion to everything around them.
The Crown Royal Girls swing t-shirts over their heads and throw straw hats into the crowd. It’s chaos as the hands snatch up everything.
Police scramble, as the scanner runs wild with public intoxication, random brawls and a few stabbings.
It’s a foreign experience at 1 a.m. A phenomenon contained to drinking and special circumstance.
A friend told me, “No one goes to the rodeo to see their favorite cowboy. Can you name one?” People go the rodeo to drink.
by cjay
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