Anyway, one evening we were outside a rodeo bar of some sort when we happened upon a man on a horse. Yep, just some random guy riding around on concrete in the middle of the night, but it was in Texas, so it made sense.
The next thing we knew we were all sprawled out on the concrete ground in a line; silent, motionless, and in pain.
Such a contrast from the ignorant excitement just seconds before... hahaha!
Anyway, thank goodness no one was seriously injured. Besides some minor aches and pains, I came out with only a fractured/broken 4th toe. (Swelled up nicely and then left it a little crooked)