We were up and out of our room at the Sleep Inn in (too many "inn(s)") the early morning hours.  Why?  Because there is no place to drink beer after 9pm in Billinigs, Montana so we weren't....uh....hung over..  We hit the road and headed west through mountain ranges, through wildland fires and across the Continental Divide.  We're the only ones impressed with this, but that's just us!  Get a job, buy a bike and you can do this too!

Anyway, we ended up in Missoula, Montana - 350+ miles from where we started.  Missoula is famous for....ah....it's....ah.....ok.   Missoula is famous for nothing.  But we found a GREAT bar that served pitchers and the bartender wasn't offended by Kevin hitting on her.  As a matter of fact - she made him come behind the bar and help serve for the rest of the night.  It went ok until people started ordering mixed drinks.  It wasn't pretty.

Let's see - Kevin made a Martini with scotch, a gin & tonic with vodka and a Red Headed Slut with.....well lets just say he made it with something!  Anyway, after the shouting subsided, he was told to go back and sit on the other side of the bar.  As a peace offering, he was admitted to the Montana Tavern Association and the evening ended without anymore fireworks.  The bartender tossed us and didn't even offer to drive us back to our motel.  Actually she did offer, but we were scared!  Anyway - we're outta this town at daylight and you'll hear from us again from ......

    
Stacy thought, "they're cute" - Kevin thought..."                           We didn't attend, but it sounded fun for Stacy!

    
It didn't work out - but we got a free pitcher!                                 LOOK AT THE STICKER! - Kevin was admitted!