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Good heavens. It’s Wednesday already.

Good heavens. How is it only Wednesday?

Heh. I’m sure you can relate. Things have been going at about 1,000 miles an hour (well, my car tops out around 100, but even that seems like it’s been going way faster than it should as of late (ooh– double parenthesis. I should be shot. But it’s for a worthy side-note: it’s been almost a year since my last ticket. Personally, I think I’m long overdue. (ooh!! bonus #2: when I come back from Thailand, assuming I don’t manage to get myself a ticket in the next month and a half, my record will be CLEAN! That’s AMAZING!))).

Wow. That thought was totally hi-jacked.

Anyhow. The whole point of this post is state that I went climbing with Sagar and some of his work buddies last night. Not that anyone cares, but I feel like my climb has really improved in the last month– I took a couple 5.9s and one 5.10, and although I was sore this morning, I didn’t have much trouble with any of my climbs last night.

Speaking of which, I’m hoping to get out and climb some real rocks in Veadeawoo next Saturday night. Whoo!

I spent some quality time with the trimmer today– so much so that, after fighting weeds nearly as tall as I am for an hour, I had the equivalent of SPF-1000 sunblock on my legs. Yeah. My bare legs. Or at least they were bare until they were covered with a 1/4″ layer of weed flesh. One of these days I’ll wise up and invest in some of those … pants … that everyone seems to be wearing, but in the mean time, after turning my shower green, my legs look like I have chicken-pox. Heh. It’s my own stupid fault, of course, and it’s not like this is the first time (or the second… or the one-hundred and fifty-third, for that matter– two years on a lawn crew, and I still didn’t get the hang of wearing pants).

Right-oh. (just say it out loud.)

Tonight? Well, I think I’m probably going to kick back, take care of a couple things (like applying for a Visa…. details, details), and kill off a book.

Or so I say now. Lord knows that Sean’s going to call me in 10 minutes and we’re going to go out again tonight and I won’t get home again till the wee hours of the morning…

But in the mean-time. Ta ta.

And so, here we are, another week of summer come and gone. Another good week of summer, at that!

Monday I was brutally reminded of why I want to leave Wyoming. Not to complain– most days I love working outside– but the prevailing 40-50mph windspeeds on Monday just made things pretty miserable. And then there were the 70mph gusts. I swear I’ve had less trouble standing while drunk…

I still haven’t found my wallet, yet. Which is to say that I still haven’t accepted the reality that my wallet got ripped off and it’s gone forever. C’mon. I hosted the party for crying out loud. Who steals the host’s wallet? Honestly. I suppose I’ll buy a new one, one of these days. In the mean time, my only form of identification is a poorly crafted fake id (my good fakes were in my wallet). Good lord.

I got a haircut Wednesday night. Accordingly, my ears and the now-exposed skin around my ears were cooked to a tender red over the last few days. At least my hair is short again!

Speaking of which, it’s a sure sign that I’m getting older– I went, entirely of my own volition, and purchased sunscreen and put it on. That, my friends, is a sure sign of maturity!

I went to the drive-in theatre in Fort Collins with Sean and Dan Peterson to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith. The movie was thoroughly entertaining, and the drive-in experience was a lot of fun as well. God, Fort Collins is WONDERFUL.

Tonight I’m headed up to Veadeawoo for some backpacking, and just … time with myself, the trees, and the rocks– the closest thing to a “spiritual” experience that a regretful atheist can achieve, from my experience.

And that’s about it. Sean and I helped out with the neighborhood highway clean-up this morning, which was entirely too early since we didn’t get back till 1:30 or so this morning. But, well, what better thing to do with a beautiful Saturday morning?

Enjoy your respective weekends. Until next time.

Thanks to everyone who came out last night! It was a smashing success.

The best sober estimates put the attendance at somewhere around 80 people.

Lost
-My wallet
-A class ring

Found
-A round, black hat

Who: You, your friends, but not your parents!

What: The Anything-But-Clothes-Goes dance party/party party!

Here’s the deal: don’t make plans for Saturday night, unless, of course, those plans are to be at Goetter’s house wearing anything but clothes. It just might be Cheyenne’s most outrageous party of the summer, complete with a keg, plenty of hard-A, room to dance, and all the kickin’ dance tunes your drunk-ass can handle!

The theme is simple: wear anything but “clothes.” So grab your coconut bra, wear-able rainbarrle, duct-tape thong, Saran-wrap, or whatever else you can think of to cover yourself with, and … get ready to dance, sucka! Or just hang out and have a good time. Not sure what to wear? Swimsuits and underwear are allowable exceptions, but rumor has it that there’s going to be a costume contest and a prize for the winner. So get creative. Maybe get a little crazy. And get ready to, to the sound of the Black Eyed Peas, get retarded!

When: Saturday, June 11th. Starting at 10:00PM and going until the last person passes out on the dance floor.

Where: Matt Goetter’s house

6604 Chickadee Dr.

Cheyenne, WY 82009

Directions

1. Drive East on Dell Range. Go ~1 mile past College Dr.

2. Turn left on Whitney Road. Go up the hill.

3. Take your second right, which should be Chickadee. Look for the big brick house on the left-hand side of the road.

Click here for directions.

And that’s about it. To help with the costs, keg cups will be sold for ~$5.

If you have questions or need directions or anything like that, call my cell phone: 630-5958.

Cheyenne sucks. But for one night, it’s going to be a whole lot better. Bring your friends!

Go see Crash. That’s all I can say right now. I’m floored.

Goodness, what an amazing movie.