Oh!

Alburquerque!

Cowboys!

OMG!

(1200 pictures. Honest to god. 1200.)

There was *no* bad (well, except that one of my bullfighters got hurt - get better soon, Shorty. I miss your face) - Guilherme rode. Mauney didn't. ;-) We had a chat with Frank's wife. We saw Chris flip Flint off *and* call the Brazilians spider monkeys.

And then there was James.

Oh, dear god. James.

James the safety man.

James who rides like he was born for it and...

Uhn.

Yeah.

JAMES.

Both the Mike's were there. Brendon Clark was in our hotel and so was Austin Meier (who is looking *good*, btw).

Oh! Chris Shivers was on the plane with us and he had stubble and it was a *fine* look, thank you and Lorna damned near fluttered.

Best part of all?

I ran into JW in the parking lot.

I.

Yeah.

JW.

Parking lot.

Eye contact.

Pure joy.

(On non-cowboy related goodness - laughing with L, little shuttle drivers from Ohio, a new little black sundress of cuteness, green chile on the salad bar, new gimme cap of bling, St. George statues, holy water, story teller dolls climbing on turtles, room service banana splits and stoned waitresses.)