Spent the day recovering by the pool of the fancy hotel. We left Mum to it and retired to the room. An hour later she walked into the room asking “Who’s Mark Wahlberg?”. Turns out some man in his 60s had invited her to a birthday celebration for Mark Wahlberg’s restaurant chain at his house that night. She said no…..

So instead of hobnobbing with celebrities, we spent the night at a rodeo starting with an you can eat BBQ buffet that had meat, meat and more meat. Less ‘Boogie Nights’ more ‘8 Seconds’. We sat in the stands watching calf wrangling, barrel racing and bull riding. At one point, they had bunch of 4-8 year olds come out of the holding gate on sheep. The child would be holding on the sheep’s neck for dear life until they sheep bucked them off and clowns stepped in. It was sweet, horrifying and hilarious all at the same time. One 8 year old girl wasn’t holding on and instead lay like a flat starfish on top of the sheep. She lasted about 2 seconds. I’m sorry to say that although I winced in sympathy, I also pissed myself laughing. She was fine I promise.