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I'm bored. I'm sitting in a cafe in Cheyenne waiting for my friend to show up and play guitar. This cafe is the only cool thing Cheyenne has going for it, and it's closing in two weeks! Sad. Not that I even live here anymore--life in Fort Collins is definitely more interesting--but I was up here for work this morning, and thought I may as well hang out. I bet Cheyenne will explode within the next couple of years. It has hippie-town potential, even with the existence of F. E. Warren AFB.
Some people might disagree with me and say that Cheyenne also has "Cheyenne Frontier Days" going for it. But, unless you enjoy watching bull-riding, drinking cheap nasty beer, and listening to lots (lots) of country music and being around every fat hick in town and from the neighboring one-horse towns spanning a 300-mile radius (approximately, and skipping over the cool towns like Fort Collins, CO, which will have NOTHING to do with Frontier Days), you will agree with me that Cheyenne Frontier Days is nothing more than Cowboy Fest Debacle. Nevertheless, I came to work this morning to march in the parade alongside my fellow men and women in uniform, and got horse poop all over my new boots. I would have taken leave to avoid being voluntold into this nonsense, but I'm currently saving every crumb of leave I have for my upcoming trip to Germany/Greece in October. Which, yes, I have mentioned lightly every LJ entry since like, April, and which I will continue to bring up until I get on the plane to Europe and forget that social networking and blogging exists (for the record, I will never be one of those kids who updates facebook status every day when on vacation abroad. I've seen this happen way too many times this summer on the minifeed, and it's dispicable. It's ok for me to log onto FB twice a day, every day, but that's because I'm here, and not there.)
Also...sigh...my dad was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He has about 3-6 months to live, probably, and I'm feverishly trying to get a reassignment to McChord AFB (near Tacoma). It'll probably (hopefully) come through next week, and I'll probably (hopefully) be moved out by August.
...Does anyone want to rent a nice condo in Fort Collins, CO?
Some people might disagree with me and say that Cheyenne also has "Cheyenne Frontier Days" going for it. But, unless you enjoy watching bull-riding, drinking cheap nasty beer, and listening to lots (lots) of country music and being around every fat hick in town and from the neighboring one-horse towns spanning a 300-mile radius (approximately, and skipping over the cool towns like Fort Collins, CO, which will have NOTHING to do with Frontier Days), you will agree with me that Cheyenne Frontier Days is nothing more than Cowboy Fest Debacle. Nevertheless, I came to work this morning to march in the parade alongside my fellow men and women in uniform, and got horse poop all over my new boots. I would have taken leave to avoid being voluntold into this nonsense, but I'm currently saving every crumb of leave I have for my upcoming trip to Germany/Greece in October. Which, yes, I have mentioned lightly every LJ entry since like, April, and which I will continue to bring up until I get on the plane to Europe and forget that social networking and blogging exists (for the record, I will never be one of those kids who updates facebook status every day when on vacation abroad. I've seen this happen way too many times this summer on the minifeed, and it's dispicable. It's ok for me to log onto FB twice a day, every day, but that's because I'm here, and not there.)
Also...sigh...my dad was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He has about 3-6 months to live, probably, and I'm feverishly trying to get a reassignment to McChord AFB (near Tacoma). It'll probably (hopefully) come through next week, and I'll probably (hopefully) be moved out by August.
...Does anyone want to rent a nice condo in Fort Collins, CO?