Got up early thinking Tequila isn’t my friend. Got my crap packed up again, and hit the road somewhat early, as I wanted to be in Denver for a Dinner party my friends Jay and Chris were throwing (and I was crashing.) I took Highway 220 out of Casper, then 487 south to Medicine Bow. 487 was a great, desolate road. Not a lot of cars, not many people, but more dead animals than I’ve seen anywhere. Maybe since there isn’t much traffic the animals get complacent. Or maybe it was just a death trap, a suicide rap. When I got to Medicine Bow, I didn’t see anyone in the town. It was odd. No children playing, no people out front. Seemed like something out of a horror movie.
From there I took 287, where I saw some guy on one of those old time bicycles with the huge front tire and tiny rear tire tooling down the highway. A very odd sight. I found my way to 80, where the scenery was fantastic, much better than the desolate road I started on (and fewer dead animals.) From 80, I hit 25 in Cheyenne which took me to Denver, and almost to their front door.
Once I got to Denver, I had a heck of a time finding Jay and Chris. I drove by their house, but for some reason I had the address wrong. Eventually, in frustration, I placed a call and found them. As I mentioned earlier, they were having a dinner party. I was the token straight guy. They were pretty nice about it, and didn’t make me wear a Denver Broncos jersey or anything like that. I had a great time, and got a few tips for places to go (one of the guys there was a spanish teacher.) Probably the highlight of the evening was when Chris dropped an entire cake on the ground. Or it might be that one time I made everybody laugh. Either way, from my experiences, being gay seems to be a lot of fun.