homecoming

Nothing of consequence going on in my life right now.  Sam and I had a fun, if long, drive back to Missoula.  The oregon trail portion of it was a blast, but after taking a series of hilarious pictures of us in the Red Riding Hood cape with the truck at Jail and Courthouse Rocks, we breezed by Chimney Rock and then committed ourselves to getting back to Montana.  There were still about twelve hours of road time to go.  Well we made it okay and discovered this: antelope and deer, though quite populace in Wyoming, do not seem to play together and there is a reason that they call Montana "Big Sky Country".  The view of the stars while driving through the mountains on I-90 at night is breathtaking.

Missoula was better than ever.  I am obsessed with the little two bedroom my friends Megan and Brendan just moved into, and grateful that they picked up a reclining love seat (currently their only piece of living room furniture) for me to sleep on.  It was pretty darn comfortable, I must say.  Then again, I will admit, both nights at their house I was, in the words of Candace "a little tips", so if it were uncomfortable I might not have noticed.

We certainly did our fair share of partying.  The first night we had a little bash Brendan and Megan's apartment with the few people who had arrived.  Sam and I were shocked to find that we were among the first group of people to return.  The next night, with a bigger group of party hungry tour actors, we head out to one of the many bars downtown where they were featuring "Original Wasted Wednesday's: Five Dollah, All You Can Swallah".  It was no joke either!  You actually paid $5 and could drink anything you wanted on tap, all night, no additional charge.  Way better than a frat party (not that I would really know, since I've never been to one).

A note about flying out of Missoula: it's definitely interesting.  The airport is little, which is really nice.  But take-off is an adventure.  One of those kinds where you think: wow, if this was a roller coaster on a track, this would be awesome, but right now I think my life might be in danger.  The turbulence is out of control.  And I don't like flying all that much to begin with!  Fortunately the old man sitting next to me passed out before we even left the ground, so he didn't witness my irrational fears as I gripped the arms of my seat and clenched my teeth.

Now back in CT I am sick.  I've got a nasty cold.  I'm sure it's been a long time in the making, and since I was finally able to relax, my body just went: "okay sweet, now I can get sick!"  I slept most of the day away yesterday and am feeling much better today.  I am sure to be 100% by next week for my expedition to Boston.