My first rodeo was in Grand lakes Colorado. I had just eaten a pot Brownie. 30-40mins in, at about the same time I was coming to the realization that I was indeed quite high, the rodeo clown appeared and started walking around the stands. I have never avoided eye contact with someone so hard in my life.

But now I can unironically say, "this isn't my first rodeo", and I find that amusing, so that's nice.