I HAD TO move to Spain to learn that "caballero" doesn't actually mean "cowboy" but instead means gentleman. A vaquero is a cowboy (and vaqueros are also jeans). "The Gay Caballero" is the name of an American song from 1929 and two American films (from 1932 and 1940). I have a cousin (in-law) who I'm told used to refer to me (with love) as his favorite gay caballero. I don't know if he meant cowboy or gentleman, but I'm pretty sure he had one of those old movies in mind.
When San Geraldo and I first moved to San Diego, we had the misguided idea to join the San Diego Gay Rodeo Association. Actually, we were convinced to do so by a new acquaintance. It seemed to me like a good idea until I attended the San Diego Gay Rodeo and saw how they treated the animals. At least I got a stylish cowboy hat, a cowboy belt (San Geraldo's had a sterling silver buckle) and a pair of expensive Lucchese cowboy boots. Remind me to tell you one of these days about our country line-dancing lessons. Slow. Slow. Quick. Quick.
TUVE QUE MUDARME a España para aprender que "caballero" en realidad no significa "vaquero". "The Gay Caballero" es el nombre de una canción estadounidense de 1929 y dos peliculas estadounidenses (de 1932 y 1940). Tengo un primo que, según me dijeron, solía referirse a mí (con amor) como su caballero gay favorito. No sé si se refería a vaquero o, de hecho, se refería a caballero, pero estoy bastante seguro de que tenía una de esas películas antiguas en mente.
Cuando San Geraldo y yo nos mudamos a San Diego, tuvimos la idea equivocada de unirnos a la Asociación de Rodeo Gay de San Diego. En realidad, nos convenció que lo hiciéramos por un nuevo conocido. Me pareció una buena idea hasta que asistí a San Diego Gay Rodeo y vi cómo trataban a los animales. Al menos obtuve un elegante sombrero de vaquero, un cinturón de vaquero (San Geraldo tenía un cinturón con una hebilla de plata) y un par de costosas botas de vaquero de Lucchese. Recuérdame decirte uno de estos días de nuestras lecciones de baile en línea. Lento. Lento. Rápido. Rápido.
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THE LUCCHESE BOOTS. (TOO SMALL NOW, BUT I CAN'T PART WITH THEM.) LAS BOTAS DE LUCCHESE. (DEMASIADO PEQUEÑO AHORA PERO NO PUEDO DECIR ADIOS.) |
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SAN GERALDO, A SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA COWBOY, IN THE 1950s. SAN GERALDO, UN VAQUERO DE SIOUX FALLS EN DAKOTA DEL SUR, EN LOS AÑOS 50. |
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ME, A NORTH MASSAPEQUA, LONG ISLAND COWBOY, IN THE 1950s. YO, UN VAQUERO DE NORTH MASSAPEQUA EN LONG ISLAND, EN LOS AÑOS 50. |
Of course, a drag queen is a cowboy's best friend.
Por supuesto, una drag queen es la mejor amiga de un vaquero.
ride 'em, vaquero!
ReplyDeleteanne marie:
DeleteAnd I've never been on a horse or bull ... well, come to think of it.
The bulls are kind of hard on the cowboys also. I was expecting to see a picture of you on the back of a bull, not relaxing in the stands.
ReplyDeleteTravel:
DeleteThe cowboys deserve whatever they get from those bulls.
What cute little cowboys you two were! That video is awesome!
ReplyDeleteDeedles:
DeleteI can't believe that photo was taken 24 years ago! I thought I was so old!
Well, aren't you two just a real pair of buckaroos!
ReplyDeleteDebra:
DeleteYippie yi yo kayah!
Hilarious! I can't imagine you going a rodeo association though, images of you on a bucking bronco...thanks for the funny :)
ReplyDeleteCheapchick:
DeleteWe went to one Rodeo and I was appalled at the treatment of the animals (and their condition). There was even a competition to put tidy whiteys on goats. The poor animals just laid down in exhaustion. I immediately retired my cowboy hat.
Love your boots!
ReplyDeleteSize?
Just kidding!
Ron:
DeleteThey're only a 10. Ostrich belly. Gorgeous. Could use resoling. Other than that, gorgeous!
Giddy up!
ReplyDeleteJim:
DeleteYee haw!
You two were rockin' those hats! Somewhere, there is a photo of me at 2 years of age in my cowgirl outfit complete with pistols standing in my Mexican leather chair. Hope I still have it (the photo).
ReplyDeleteWilma:
DeleteFind that photo!!!
I can imagine the animals aren't treated very well at those places. That's why I never attend any rodeos, though there aren't many around here. Bull fighting in general is pretty barbaric
ReplyDeleteAdam:
DeleteI agree with you 100 percent. So sorry I ever gave money to that association.
Happy trails to both of you.
ReplyDeleteKirk:
DeleteAnd to think when I was a kid I loved Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. "Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weather... Until we meet again."