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August 26, 2003 - Tuesday
Bozeman Is In Montana
That’s about all I can say about ol’ Bozeman right now: it’s in Montana. I haven’t seen much of it yet but it looks like I might have missed it while blinking. It reminds me of Loveland, CO, where I lived when I was 13. That’s not a bad thing.
Because I know you’re on the edge of your seat waiting for it, here’s the regular feature The View From My Room:
Like I said, there’s not much to see. But I like the hotel anyway: I was Guest Of The Day, or so the cute 20-ish desk clerk sex kitten told me when I checked in. I’m not sure how I achieved that honor — frankly, I think I did it by walking in the door — but it was a nice way to be checked in. I was hoping being GotD might come with sex kitten privileges, but instead she sent a bellboy to my room with a gift bag — a bottle of water, a package of cheese crackers, package of Chips Ahoy cookies, and three wrapped chocolates. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. And besides, I like cheese crackers.
Shibby!
In Denver now, at the airport, using a pay-per-view internet kiosk called “Shibby” and I’m posting an entry simply because I can. I like this kiosk better than the ones in DFW except for the keyboard. Everything is a little bit off from where it should be, especially the \ backspace key. Ha.
Time is ticking while I try to hit the right keys and backspace to correct with the wrong one. I’m going to just post this while I still have 1:25 left and call it macaroni.
Next stop: Bozeman. Woo.