A person can work up a mean, mean thirst after a hard day of nothin’ much at all.
Saturday, July 29th, 2006Just a quick post-bar update: I’m back in Billings so yesterday I mowed the lawn, dug up our “pond,” (don’t ask), watered the lawn, and cooked out on our new grill. L’s brother (who just finished the bar himself) just arrived so we’re heading off for a weekend in the mountains. It’s supposed to include “whitewater rafting” and a lot of great scenery and fresh air (so long as we stay away from all the fires), so it should be fun. Oh, and I’m not taking a single book with me. Take that, BarBri!
p.s.: I cannot believe that Floyd Landis was doping. I refuse to believe it. I’m serious. He’s a professional monster athlete and his testosterone just totally shot up abnormally under the stress and anger and determination of the biggest stage of his life. That’s how I explain those test results, anyway. He better be exonerated, is all I’m saying. I’m really counting on it. [tags]tour de france[/tags]







