Dancin Fool.

Here's the deal. I love guys that dance. Please do not confuse this with 'guys who know how to dance.'

I don't care if you go on the dance floor and look like Carlton, Napoleon, or this guy.

It's okay to look like a fool. I let my crazy flag fly all the time. 

Just know, that I will look like a fool with you. Let's get foolish.

Country bars are probably my most favorite things. A combination of live music, mechanical bulls, booze, and dancing on tables. Not many places allow this, let alone encourage it!

Here's how the night went down:

We walk in to the country bar (All decked out in daisy dukes and cuteness)

Get a pitcher (filled with deliciousness)

And within 10 minutes we found our dancing partners that would last all night!

Will, Buck, and Danny. My new favorites.

There is just somethin about a country boy, ya know? It brings me back to my days in Austin.

I miss it so much!

Oh, Did I mention that I told everyone it was my birthday?

Oh, and I got a free shot for my birthday, which led me to dance like this (just go with it)

By the end of the night my friends and I were part of the band! 

Just call us the Ryan-ettes!