Summer in Bozeman is strange. It's significantly cooler than in Missoula, presumably because of the altitude difference, and people have this habit of driving 15 miles UNDER the speed limit. I feel the answer to this issue and a way of not tearing my hair out is to start riding my bike to work constantly instead of once a week. That way I can cheerfully mutter under my breath that the cars should slow down and watch where they're going so they don't kill me rather than angrily tailgating them. I spent two days in Missoula this week (sorry not to have called anyone, my time was reserved for my grandparents this weekend) and it was lovely to be in summer temperatures and reasonably speedy traffic. I'll be coming into town again a week or two into July for a few days... let's get together, yea yea yea! (think Parent Trap)

My god zachary. Except for the hair bit, you just described what I did every morning while in chicago (substituting discman for ipod).

Missoula is vaguely overwhelming. I went to try and vote today (a failed attempt, apparently my registration didn't go through last spring) and one of the women at the table was like "oh, I remember seeing you walk by my house when you were like 5" and the other one goes "were you in a spelling bee once?" Seriously, I'd like to go have coffee and read and not run into anyone I know. Ok, that sounds hideously pessimistic. I love missoula with a passion, of course.

To spokane tomorrow to pick up zach! Yee haw!

Wowza, I mean wowza for the best weekend of the year. Dillo Day weekend is known as the only weekend where Northwestern acts like a large state school (or some such nonsense, I'm just quoting)

The goal of the weekend is to drink heavily, which basically everyone does. Most people start Friday night, then get up early (say 9 am or so) on Saturday to begin again. I definitely had more substances of one form or another in body this weekend than ever before.

After watching Dark Side of Oz outside Friday night, my friends and I walked down to the lakefill to begin our festivities.

The next morning, we woke up at 10 am, had mimosas and some breakfast foods. Then we did a power hour with some cheap ass beer, and walked up to north campus to see some of the concerts.

After a brief nap and dinner, we decided to drink some more, and then go see the Wailers (Bob Marley's old band), and they were amazing. Everyone in the crowd was either high, drunk, or both. Looking up at the stars while randomly hugging fellow students was a fantastic experience. Later on, some friends went swimming in the lake, I watched, too fucking cold for my blood.

After waking up at 2 pm the next day, we decided to use the rest of the beer to make pancakes, which were absolutely delicious. That evening, we made beer battered chicken with vodka marinara sauce. It was absolutely delicious!

Ok, anyways, this whole blog was pretty much about drinking, which I don't do all that often, but this weekend was particularly entertaining. I go to Glacier on June 6th, please come visit me! LOVE YOU and MISS YOU!