Half Day Horsin Around

When we woke up on Tuesday, October 27, 2009, we didn’t think that we would end up taking a half a day tour through the hill country. You see, my truck, which I had only had for a few weeks, started making some retarded noise that I had never heard before. I decided to take it in to be serviced (which was up towards Boerne), and asked Laura if she could pick me up from the dealership. I asked her if there were any dance halls around this area, and being somewhat O.C.D. (I think that she gets that from me because we hang out way too much for my liking.) she had already planned out our day just in case we had a lot of time to kill waiting for my truck. *Side note: You see I really never really wanted to become friends with Laura. She is just my community service project, you know, court appointed friends. So I have no choice but to hang out with her multiple times a week. So after dropping off my truck, we headed out for day 5.



We already knew of Po-Po Family Restaurant (Nelson Dance Hall). Both of us have passed it multiple times off of I-10, but neither of us has actually stopped by. Since I had only eaten once that day, I was starving so we decided to stop here first. After we ate our sandwich and shrimp, and polishing off a few beers inside the restaurant, we decided to head out back to the dance hall area. (Side note: Inside of the Po-Po Restaurant there are literally hundreds of plates all over the walls. Apparently the owners of the restaurant and hall traveled a lot throughout their lives. They felt as though pictures weren’t enough to keep their memories, so they stared collecting plates. Weird, I know, but that is the story behind it.) The dance hall really isn’t a hall, more just like a stage, and doesn’t seem to operational anymore. There was a small area with a large banquet room which looked as though if you wanted to have a small dinner party if you wanted.




There was also a little note on the door of the restaurant saying you want fast service to go up to New York. If you want good food with friendly service come on in.








After getting a rental car since my truck wasn’t going to be ready until the next day, we headed up towards Kendalia Halle. Unfortunately there was a large chain link fence guarding the gate, with a sign that said no trespassing (good thing, since Laura likes to try to break into all the places we go). At least we know that the hall is still operational from becoming fans of Texas Dance Hall Preservation Inc on Facebook.
There was also a bad ass little house for rent next to it that some one with money should invest in ASAP since I'm too broke to do it.










About 30 minutes away in Sisterdale we found Sisterdale Dance Hall. We decided to go into the bar across the street first to grab a beer and see the original wood bar from the hall. Being a romantic, I convinced the bartender to let us take our beers out of the bar and out around the small town. The hall looked as though it hadn’t been used in a while, but had a cool ticket booth and an outhouse that was perched on the side of a hill. Luckily for us it wasn't in use anymore, because basically people would piss and shit, and in drunk cases puke in it and it would run down to a creek.





Sorry we didn't get a picture of the place where many would be way too bitter at the shitter.





Laura had an orgasm for this little retard, so I jumped outta the truck to take a couple pictures and I thought he was gonna come kill me.











As we arrived to our last destination, Waring General Store, we realized that it had just closed for the evening. It really is a general store however, with groceries, clothing and small home goods for sale. Around the back there was an outdoor sitting area with a small stage where it appeared that performances were held.








Around the cool lil former gas station.