Big Piece of Texas

It was just another typical day at my friend’s house. We’d sit back, watch TV, drink beer, and just talk about how the week went and what’s going on. We were both bored, so he made a suggestion to go to a place. I asked where. He said, “how about Big Piece of Texas?” I have heard of the place, but I’ve never been there in my life. My other friends would go there, but I’ve never thought of going there till now. I decided that it’d be better than to stay at home for the millionth time. So, we got 3 of our other friends and drove ourselves to El Paso.

When we arrived, I noticed that it was exactly how I thought it’d be: a country themed place with a bunch of people dressed as country folk and bikers. But it’s alright. I was a country boy too, so it didn’t matter to me. When we entered the building, there was a small line. The first thing the staff asked me when it was my turn was to show them my ID. I showed them the ID and then drew a huge X on my hand with marker. It was to show the bartenders that I was under 21 and I could not drink. Country music was playing when we entered, and there were people sitting on tables talking and people were on the dance floor dancing with friends or dates. My friend told me that the goal was to score a dance with a girl. So I decided to just find a seat and sit anywhere.

And without much warning, the song changed to a pop dance theme. I thought it was very strange. Isn’t this place supposed to play country songs? Why would they play this music? However, it did make me want to get in the dance floor and dance. The song was called Wobble and the idea was to flail your arms around and shake. There were lots more people coming in to dance to this kind of music than country music. Maybe they have a better taste for this music than any other. After 5 or 6 of those dance songs played, the theme switched back to country music. Again, the amount of people decreased.

I got out of the crowd and sat back in my seat where my friends were also sitting and talking with people who they knew from El Paso. And then, I saw my chance. A girl who also had the X drawn on her hands was all alone singing by herself. I gathered up any courage I had to ask her to dance and I approached her. Luckily, she said yes. I was dancing with Miss Lonely Eyes. I asked what her name was and where she was from. She said she was from the Army, but never bothered to give me her name. I just shrugged it off as we danced to George Strait.

At the end of the song, she said thanks and walked off, only to dance with another man. As for me, my friend decided that it was time to go home. I agreed with him. So we went off home. And if I were to go to Big Piece of Texas, I would.