"Tuck Your Shirt In! Last Warning!"

Had a good time at the last place that I would normally ever go to. A co-worker was celebrating her birthday at In Cahoots, an all-out Western Country Club. Yeehaw!

I approach the door and I am asked by the cowboy doorman to tuck my t-shirt in. I was thinking, "is this a joke I am supposed to laugh at?" "Seriously, you need to tuck that shirt in!" Ok. So I did. For 3 minutes until I found the crew on the patio. Untuck my t-shirt and felt myself again.

Marie was having a blast, and so was everybody else. I can't believe it myself, but at one point I was actually line-dancing and what not. Hey, it was an adventure, so zip it. It was almost like doing something wrong once, just so you know what it's like.

I got called a couple more times on my untucked t-shirt which quickly became the inside joke for the evening. It was funny to us, but not to Marlboro man. The fourth time he came over to our table, he looked me with a dead serious look in his eyes and through his teeth said "Last warning. Tuck it in or you're out!" I am glad I obeyed, or he would've lassoed me by the ankles and dragged me across the dancefloor like the way Achilles dragged Hector in Troy.

Is this In Cahoots place for real? Being there, I felt like I was in Universal Studios or Disneyland, except there were hundreds of cowboy and cowgirl characters with properly tucked-in shirts having a great time. Unreal.

At the end of the evening hit the Side Bar and felt like we were back in present times. Digging that place. Of course we were hungry and enjoyed some pizza by the slice from Ciro's Pizzeria. Yummy only at 2 in the morning.

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