Part II: The Missoula Wedding

Got back from the week long road trip last night around 3:30am. It was sweet.

In summary:

Hung out with Mike in Portland. Told him the fake story of our mother's illegitimate child. Played poker and shot rum.
Picked up a complete stranger in Portland and I was forced to ride alone with her starting in Pasco, WA.
Played and lost several lottery scratchers.
Idaho and Montana are pretty.
Rolled into town and felt emo-displaced. Had dinner with the friends and started bar hopping.
Ran into a couple of sketchy characters in an underground billiards room who pulled their guns on us. Robin and I ran screaming. (not really)
Wandered around downtown Missoula looking for gift ideas and absorbing the surroundings.
Had an emo lunch with Annalisa. I was home sick and she was depressed that she wasn't going to see her friends for long enough.
Drove up a windy dirt road for 5 miles to the ski lodge where the wedding was going to be.
Short hike and cards with the new friends.
WEDDING
FOOD
BOOZE
We locked ourselves out of the room and scaled the backside of the lodge to climb through the window.
Sad goodbyes.
18 hour drive through UT, AZ, and NV.
Almost getting caught in the crossfire of the LAPD and their target.

Home sweet home.