5 days

fri: too long ago to remember

sat: costume ulti tourny (with 4 kegs donated by Big Sky Brewery) also with a free b'fast of mimosas/bacon/sausage/pancakes fried in bacon grease (which i vomited up just before i pulled the disc to start our first game) followed by a dance party DJ'd through Pandora. holy garbage people, this is suicidal and i've seen it happen twice in the last 3 weeks

sun: road trip to neighboring podunk town outside of missoula to visit a run down/historic book store boasting 150,000+ used books. see pic.

mon: 13 hrs of work followed by a night that didnt end till 4 am

tues: 4 hrs of disc golf with a dog i've been stealing followed by a Hot'n'Ready (aka Gut Bomb) and turkish coffee. god i love turkish coffee. god i hate capital letters.

right now: new roommate. young/overly polite/new england native/beer and coffee and disc golf amateur. i wonder if he even knows that new england is not a place, but an idea...kids these days.

i almost cried...almost

tuesday morning i drug my tired and unshowered body out of bed at 6:45am...the earliest i have risen in perhaps the last few years for an activity outside of work/ultimate/skiing. i dressed in long underwear and 4 layers of pata-gucci, ready to brave the cold and hour+ long lines. i arrived at the courthouse, bleary eyed, coffee americano in hand, ready to blacken a few ovals. the most important ovals of my entire life.

and then i voted

i left the missoula county courthouse filled with a pride i have never experienced, and found myself feeling that same pride 12 hours later as i was surrounded by hundreds of other missoulians...cheering, crying, screaming, pounding pints of PBR. and before i knew it, i was choking back tears. tears that i didnt know existed but had been waiting to come out for a long time.

i never knew how good it would feel to be proud of america. but as i watched crowds in the EU going bonkers, and villages in Africa crowding around a solitary television set and cheering for our new commander in chief, i was proud. its scary it took 23+ years for this feeling to set it but i dont plan on letting it go anytime soon.

holy awkward turtle

i went out last night for halloween part 2...big mistake. after attempting to rescue the lamest dance party i've ever witnessed by DJing with YouTube (which is nearly impossible), i headed downtown with a high school friend i hadn't seen in 6 years (who is facebook stalking me) and two girls i barely knew.

we arrived at a tragically hip bar only to realize that of the 150+ packed in the bar...nobody was dressed up. given the situation, i taught the three girls awkward turtle, then set out to ease some awkwardness. i would randomly approach hipsters and compliment them on their wonderful costume, then guess who they were dressed up as ie. Kevin Bacon/Mel Gibson etc, compliment them one more time before returning to the girls and a glass of whiskey (on the rocks).

what i learned...
-there are actually people in the world that don't get excited when dancing to annie, or bizmarkie, or hot chip
-laughter is the best medicine but whiskey tastes better

i am living out of context