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Still overcoming jet lag, I had trouble sleeping last night and woke today with a head filled with cotton. Which is strange, because I thought I filled it with Jello.

It was a beautiful day so we drove about 150 miles north to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Why oh why would we go to Cheyenne? Well, I used to live there many years ago and have wanted to take Adrian up for a visit for about 3 years now, and since we're leaving in two weeks the time seemed right. It was a nice drive (except for the grass fire that we drove through along the highway) and we took a nice little tour of the town, including the place I worked and the three places I lived during my four years there. We also looked for some buffalo though they weren't where they used to be, but at least we stumbled across an antelope. Oh, and some moo cows.

We had lunch at a little brew pub that wasn't there when I lived there. Our waiter was a little gay boy who also wasn't there when I lived there. Actually, he was probably born only about 2 years before I moved there in 1989.

We shopped for some western wear but Adrian decided that even though he looked fabulous in a cowboy hat he didn't know when he would ever wear it, now that we're leaving (though to be honest I don't know that he would have ever worn it even if he'd bought it right after we moved here). He also couldn't find any size 26 jeans because apparently cowboys typically have bigger waists than his. I, of course, got some jeans that make my ass look fabulous (well, something has to).

Photos to follow (of Wyoming, not of my ass).