Yes, folks, it's true--Montana Barn Cat, Pearl de Vere, and The Stockyard Queen sauntered to Albuquerque this past weekend for the Ty Murray Invitational, and it was about as much fun as any of us could stand. We will be posting about it at least a couple of times this week, but in the meantime, here's a little text exchange that Pearl and the Queen had on Sunday morning:
The Stockyard Queen: Want to go find some food?
Pearl de Vere: Sounds excellent!
Pearl de Vere: LOL, just in an elevator with Tandy Freeman. He is not very talkative. ;)
Pearl de Vere: He looked kind of scared. And tired. He made a beeline for the coffee.
Pearl de Vere: It was getting awkward, so I finally said I hoped he didn't have too much to do today. He agreed with that.
Just moments later, The Stockyard Queen herself saw the good doctor in the lobby, hung about with numerous bits of luggage, filling up his coffee cup in preparation for what promised to be yet another day of patching up the walking wounded and counseling the more seriously wounded to sit it out, please.
Bear in mind that this was most definitely NOT the host hotel, so we theorize that Freeman might have stayed there to get away from the adulation, and doubtless the impertinent questioning, of fans who don't get the concept of doctor-patient privilege. We salute you, Dr. Tandy, and we hope that coffee went down well. Fortunately for the riders and the medical team, Sunday was a lot less harrowing than Saturday night.
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LOL, love it!
He seemed quiet when I saw him, too. Never occurred to me that he'd have people bugging him about the riders. I bet your right and that it gets tedious.
Can't wait to hear more!
Thanks for sharing - look forward to hearing more about your adventure!
Welcome, Sandi. Stay tuned for many more silly stories.
I always kind of felt sorry for Tandy. I bet he's the only Orthopaedic surgeon in the country who has been elevated to near rock star status lol. I bet his reclusiveness is not so much about patient privacy as it is people like me coming up and saying "Hey doc, about my totally screwed up hip..."
Jean, I'm sure you're right. My dad was a physician and people used to come up to him AT CHURCH for free medical advice. It made him and my mom crazy.
You're right. I bet that happens a lot. With my dad, it was people bringing him their broken tvs and radios for him to fix. Mom was ok with him doing favors, but after a while, it got to be too much and dad was too nice to say no.
I promise, I didn't ask him a thing, appear that I was about to hug him, or anything alarming at all, unless you find someone standing in an elevator alarming. Which apparently he may. ;)
What I want to know is, how did he instantly recognize you as a bull riding fan? If you'll excuse the observation, you don't have the typical look.
Well, I believe that I was wearing my new Western finery from Dan's Boots & Saddles (awesome place -- that's my plug for it!), but other than that, I am not sure. Maybe it was the momentary "Hm, I know that guy from somewhere" look in my eyes.
Others in our posse also spent some $$$ at Dan's, including Montana Barn Cat, who bought himself a "Tough Enough to Wear Pink" shirt. He looked spectacular in it.
That he did. And let us not leave out SQ, who dazzled in an ensemble that would make Adriano Moraes proud.
THO bloggers -- stimulating the local economy, several pieces of Western wear at a time.
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