I had a crazy six weeks, slept on buses and bus station floors, but the stories I heard, and photos I took, made it all more than worthwhile. On Monday, I got a little too drunk in Cheyenne and choked some cowboy over something stupid, or maybe it wasn't too stupid. I'm glad he didn't kill me, in any case.
The Eagle's Nest was the joint. The only two beers on tap were Bud and Bud Lite, but the folks in there were lovely. The bartender's name was Leaf, and Lynyrd Kynyrd and Doug Supernaw were on the juke box.
"Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison / And I went to pick her up in the rain / But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck / She got run'd over by a damned old train."
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Yay! You're back, Linh! You've been missed!
*HUGS*
Cindy
Hi Cindy,
I had a crazy six weeks, slept on buses and bus station floors, but the stories I heard, and photos I took, made it all more than worthwhile. On Monday, I got a little too drunk in Cheyenne and choked some cowboy over something stupid, or maybe it wasn't too stupid. I'm glad he didn't kill me, in any case.
The Eagle's Nest was the joint. The only two beers on tap were Bud and Bud Lite, but the folks in there were lovely. The bartender's name was Leaf, and Lynyrd Kynyrd and Doug Supernaw were on the juke box.
"Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison / And I went to pick her up in the rain / But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck / She got run'd over by a damned old train."
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