Watched "Urban Cowboy" this morning - oh how I love this movie. Seriously. What's not to love? It's the perfect storm of goodness (Debra Winger, mechanical bull and a honky tonk bar).
And it reminds me of a trip to Houston that I took in college (senior year?). Boyfriend and I drove from New Orleans to Houston for the Thanksgiving weekend. I was obsessed with finding Mickey Gilley's. I had visions of spending the afternoon drinking Budweiser from long neck bottles and riding a mechanical bull. Ah, so dreamy...
We spent hours driving around Pasadena, TX looking for this place. Kept asking people on the side of the road and at gas stations for directions to Gilley's. We finally arrive at the spot that was Gilley's (see photo above) to find out they'd up and moved to Branson, MO years before :(
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