I was not going to miss the steer decorating. I was envisioning sequins and lots and lots of lamé. Instead it was a timed team event in which one member holds the front of a steer while the other teammate ties a little red bow to the steer's tale. Quite a letdown from goat dressing, I must say. Feeling thoroughly disillusioned at that point, which is easy for me, being in my 20s and all,
I decided to mosey on home, full of cheap beer and sunburned beyond recognition.