"Planning a low key trip to Wyoming in April with the likes of CE, Lurgee, Lando, Willi, Bruiser - will keep you posted if interested. You could fly into Denver and ride up with me/CE. Looking at April 14-17."
I spoke to my wife and said, "I really want to go on this trip."
She smiled at me and said, "Go."
CE and Bruiser ended up dropping out, but Hogleg pulled some strings and managed to join us.
This past Wednesday my wife drove me to the airport.
Once the plane landed, I got on a bus.
Greenback was waiting for me at the end of the line.
We then picked up some essentials.
Greenback and I had signed up for lunch duty. He picked up a bunch of bread, lunch meats, cheeses, and assorted condiments so the boys could make sandwiches.
Because he's smart.
I somehow thought it would be a brilliant idea to contribute fried chicken along with homemade guacamole and pico de gallo.
Because I''m a dumb ass who likes to make things much more fucking complicated than they need to be.
I needed some buttermilk for my fried chicken, so we stopped by the local grocery store.
I didn't find any at the first store, so Greenback was kind enough to take me to another store, which coincidentally is the same establishment where the Austrian purchases his underwear.
Once we had all of that out of the way, Greenback took me back to his place.
He is an extremely kind, interesting, and intelligent young man, and meeting and conversing with him face-to-face was a real treat. Should any of you ever be offered the chance to fish with him, you should jump on it.
As the afternoon progressed I proceeded to get stinking drunk, and at some point after that his beautiful wife showed me her kick-ass antique printing press.
We then had dinner, after which Greenback put me to bed.
I know how much Mitch enjoys it when I drag out these TR's, so I'll post more later in the week.
And for those of you who can't wait for that, Lando has posted an excellent synopsis of this trip in his "FS: Two tickets to Moss Vegas" thread down in the assifieds.