They have something called a “Boot Barn” here. I’m totally buying as many Longhorn souvenirs as I can fit in my luggage. Watch out… a certain unnamed someone is definitely getting a belt buckle the size of this STATE if the local tourist trap has anything to say about it. Mom, Dad, tacky mugs, perhaps. We’ll see what the Texan wind blows my way. Get your requests in now, ladies and gents.
Yeehaw, everyone!