Rain out

We had a rain out yesterday. We really needed it too. I think everyone needed a break from the sameness that we all live in. We went out to play pool for a while in Medora then headed back to Belfield about midnight. I was walking into my room when patti (who had not been out with us) came scampering at a very fast pace across the lawn in her jammies with a mostly empty bottle of wine yelling "Josephine!!!! Josephine!!!" And I say scampering because no one in their right mind would call it running. "Will you go to the Rough Rider with us?"
"Uh, sure Patti."
"Okay! Don't take off your dress!!!! I'm putting mine back on!!"
So about ten of us walked to the Rough Rider, which is one of the two bars in Belfield. And believe me, it is ROUGH. We went on a Saturday and witnessed a girl pee her pants and keep dancing, a girl get a concussion and a guy get thrown out of the bar by his hair, literally leaving some of his hair in the owner's hand. I'm a tough girl and I wouldn't go there alone. Not with all the oil workers that are here with nothing to do. But with the band or cast with me it is just an experience.
The days are melding into one large lump of summer. The only reason I know what day it is is because of our Chuck Wagon patio sets. I remembered that we had one today when I was in the shower. Luckily I still had time to catch a ride, but it was scary. But even once I realized I had a set today I still didn't know if it was Wednesday or Thursday. My thoughts on that mostly consisted of  "I get to have a pasta bar tomorrow for dinner if tomorrow is Friday, but if tomorrow is Thursday I won't. Hey, that guy in the audience has a great smile!" Obviously I'm a deep thinker on stage. Actually I often think about food or clothing during the horribly boring kid's song we do 15 minutes before the show. Or sometimes I just look for nice looking guys in the audience. Yeah, apparently I really am that shallow.
A couple days ago I went to Montana at midnight. Tyrel is assistant house manager and a cool guy. We were hanging out a a bonfire that Emily (one of the show's hosts) generously hosted at her place and when we headed out at 12:30 I said I was going to go check out the bar since that's where the boys had gone. He pointed out that in Medora they close at 1am. Then he said "We could go to Wibaux, Bars close at two there."
"I'm game"
"...I was kidding."
"Oh... well I guess you just learned I'm always down to go on random trips."
"Ah hell, let's just go."
So we did. Even though all we did was stop in for a drink and write our names on dollar and stick it to the wall it was totally worth the 30 minute drive. I guess I just really like the idea of running over to Montana for a drink. Also I like having a friend who will randomly drive to Montana with me in the middle of the night.