I heard about the rodeo almost immediately upon moving to Houston. "You have to go!" seemingly random people announced to me back in November.
"I will," I promised.
Chill out, I thought.
Well, now that Rodeo Time is officially upon us, even I've found myself swept up in it: I've bought bandanas (in three colors), a western-style belt, a shirt printed with cowboy boots, and, yes, actual cowboy boots—duh. I'm also fully embracing Houstonia's participatory nature—I'm walking in the rodeo fashion show, my coworker is competitively milking a goat—and, perhaps most fun of all, thinking about what I'd wear all 20 days, archived here for your convenience.
See you on the 27th!