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So Bozeman likes to throw a party. I know cause I went to a few while I was there. I actually managed to get reasonably drunk one night. It's not something I'm proud of, but what can I say, free alcohol is hard to resist. And I remember during one of those parties after a couple of I dunno, vodka-cross-rum-cross-something elses that I had a conversation with somebody - maybe it was Alex Lamb - about buckaroos. I thought that the big guys wearing the hats and puffy shirts and kerchiefs around the… Continue

It's now less than 24 hours before I jump on a plane to head to the fest. Not looking forward to an incredible lack of sleep. I often find this leads to general grumpiness and an irrational fear of cats. I hope Bozeman has no cats. Woke up this morning and decided I should probably purchase some travel insurance - just in case I come across any feline marauders that caused an adrenaline surge, involuntary spasms of the legs and probable death from falling off a high bridge...wouldn't be nice. My… Continue