Okay, I took my bitch shoes off
Vegas.
Wow - it was surreal and vaguely soulless, but incredibly neat to see and the bullriders?
Uhn.
My hat got signed by *lots* of bullriders. I got hugs. Grins. Handshakes. Pictures.
Paolo Crimber? Sex on a stick. Greg Potter? *shiver* And Rob Smets broke my heart.
And I might be a little in love with Cord McCoy.
Next year? I'm going to plan less touristing and more people watching and drooling over cowboys and laughing. I let myself get exhausted and worn out and overwhelmed.

2 Comments:
At 6:49 AM,
P said…
And where are the pictures of your lovely self with the studs?
Glad the bullriding portion was fun :)
PS -- who's the cutie on the far end with the orangybrown shirt?
At 9:10 AM,
Anonymous said…
Sevi Tuturo. he's a doll baby
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