Waiting for the man

Obama is coming to Bozeman tomorrow.

A friend of ours saw a bunch of Blackhawk helicopters flying up the Madison river valley.

A C-5 transport plane landed at the airport and shook Belgrade.



They flew out a bunch of armored Suburbans.

I had a margarita with my friend/bass player/dentist tonight. He saw the motorcade as they blew through Belgrade.

The pres is doing a town hall in Billings in the morning, one at the Crow reservation in the afternoon, and then one at the university here in Bozeman tomorrow night.

People slept out overnight for tickets. The tea party has staked out their place to hold signs.

I also heard that he is going to tour Yellowstone and drive the canyon.

I will pretty much ignore it. I am going to work, going to the gym, and then I am going to play some rock and roll with my friends in the afternoon.

In the evening, depending on when our jam session wraps up, I might go do the Bozeman art walk with Stanette. There are a bunch of art galleries here. They all open their doors, have whores doovores and free wine. Everybody walks up and down Main Street and soaks in the scene.

That's what I will be doing on Friday.

Friday, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Snatch that leprechaun by the ankle and shake the shit out of him.