G2 and the Baitgirl came over from the Dive on Wednesday. we all went to town for drinks with friends at the scoreboard. Despite the sports name, the patrons are not a particularly athletic congregation. The only sports there are pool and vicarious viewing of the numerous televisions through the smoky haze. Of course there is a bit of attempted mating strutting, but it isn’t really much of a pick-up bar since it is a place few people bother to even put on a clean shirt to visit. It is one of the few smoking-permitted bars left in Montana, I believe the smokers are making up for not being able to smoke elsewhere.
Thursday, Baitgirl went to town in the morning to help the Aimster with Tday preparations. G2 and I watched the sci-fi classic, “A Boy and his Dog,” then attempted to watch the Detroit game, looked like Detroit forgot how to play football, it was so pathetic we turned to the dog show on channel 9. That afternoon we all got together at the Aimster’s with a small group for dinner. Aimster has no television reception, so we missed the Denver-Dallas game, G2 said he couldn’t figure out which team he wanted to loose more, we talked about imaginary scenarios where both teams could loose…
I will spare you the bloody details.
Baitgirl outdid herself on dinner, the Aimster had a hand in it too. In lieu of the traditional pumpkin pie, there was a giant cream and jelly filled donut. A tradition in Baitgirl’s family, and now one I will adopt and promote.
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