I went to Troy, Montana last weekend.
If you have never heard of Troy, Montana...there's a reason for that.
Troy is a small town. And when I say small, I mean it's about the size of three city blocks and there is absolutely no cell phone reception anywhere. And it's in the mountains. Which also means it's cold, and it reminded me of what winter looks like. Although I will admit that the drive was beautiful, I love the lakes and mountains that are in this part of the country, I just wouldn't want to actually live in them.
Speaking of the drive, it was a good time. Melissa and Amanda drove with me, and we listen to Broadway music and some country and sang and let me tell you, I'm not a big fan of country music, but it was fun. It only took us 2 and 1/2 hours to get there, which I think is kind of hilarious since we passed two different state lines and changed time zones in order to do so. Oh, and Idaho is a trip, that's all I'll say about that state...
Once we got to Troy, we ate dinner (and then breakfast) in a place called The Silver Spur. It's a Restaurant/Bar/Casino. Yeah. Our hotel was definitely something out of a horror film, and Melissa was sure a serial killer was coming in at any moment. When we got there, a 14 year old kid was walking around with some kind of gun (it might have been a pellet) but still, we were a bit freaked out.
So you may be asking yourself, why did she go to Troy, Montana? Well, every year, in a little place called the club bar, Eastern Washington, U. of Idaho, and U. of Montana get together to get drunk and have a poetry showdown of sorts. It's a little bit crazy and a little bit inappropriate and everyone wears flannel and general lumberjack gear. Overall, it was a pretty good time, but me and the girls got tired sort of early, so we went back to the hotel and played scrabble while watching over a very drunken classmate of ours named Danny who, unfortunately enough, turned out to be better at scrabble when he was totally hammered then some of us were sober. Overall, it was a pretty good time. I may go back next year.
If you have never heard of Troy, Montana...there's a reason for that.
Troy is a small town. And when I say small, I mean it's about the size of three city blocks and there is absolutely no cell phone reception anywhere. And it's in the mountains. Which also means it's cold, and it reminded me of what winter looks like. Although I will admit that the drive was beautiful, I love the lakes and mountains that are in this part of the country, I just wouldn't want to actually live in them.
Speaking of the drive, it was a good time. Melissa and Amanda drove with me, and we listen to Broadway music and some country and sang and let me tell you, I'm not a big fan of country music, but it was fun. It only took us 2 and 1/2 hours to get there, which I think is kind of hilarious since we passed two different state lines and changed time zones in order to do so. Oh, and Idaho is a trip, that's all I'll say about that state...
Once we got to Troy, we ate dinner (and then breakfast) in a place called The Silver Spur. It's a Restaurant/Bar/Casino. Yeah. Our hotel was definitely something out of a horror film, and Melissa was sure a serial killer was coming in at any moment. When we got there, a 14 year old kid was walking around with some kind of gun (it might have been a pellet) but still, we were a bit freaked out.
So you may be asking yourself, why did she go to Troy, Montana? Well, every year, in a little place called the club bar, Eastern Washington, U. of Idaho, and U. of Montana get together to get drunk and have a poetry showdown of sorts. It's a little bit crazy and a little bit inappropriate and everyone wears flannel and general lumberjack gear. Overall, it was a pretty good time, but me and the girls got tired sort of early, so we went back to the hotel and played scrabble while watching over a very drunken classmate of ours named Danny who, unfortunately enough, turned out to be better at scrabble when he was totally hammered then some of us were sober. Overall, it was a pretty good time. I may go back next year.
