10/16/2026
Our parents two-stepped at Gilley’s every Saturday night, Waylon and Willie on repeat. Then a babysitter with very different taste put on Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock ‘n Roll,” and we were hooked on the other side of the family tree.
So this one’s for the girl who grew up on Waylon and still asks for the loudest song in the room. The Flame. All black, all attitude, made for the h***y tonk and the after party. Comfort is still non-negotiable, because you’re not leaving the dance floor early.
🖤🔥