Texas

West Texas, how about we leave that right where it started. The trip to the in-laws was uneventful, save the two times I yelled like a fucking coward at my wife. She doesn't deserve it, she just acts a little different around her parents. We all do, there is no doubt, there is some place in your life, some person or people that make you act different. I don't do well with a different Heather, that is my downfall, because it isn't a bad thing her being different. Maybe next time, I doubt it, but maybe.

As far as Oklahoma, let's just say if I can find a way to leave, I will. I am looking forward to October and a visit to Wyoming for some senseless slaughter of the upland game bird known as the chukar.

Rain

Back to Oklahoma, Heather, and Dillon. Hopefully the weekend will allow for some rest and relaxation. I missed two of the three mentioned above.

The only note of the trip, my sunglasses broke, which means I am forced to buy a new pair, a process that takes months typically. I think I will go get a free pair with my gift certificate to Sportsman's warehouse. Wish me luck.

Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Butte MT

Heather Willis, Ross (Oak) Metcalf, Bobby Pueschel. Yes Butte is still Butte, somethings don't change, somethings do. The Vu, open again, and extremely clean. MT Tech, still there, full of girls, that can't be right. My old place (actually Alan's) 201 W Granite, it is still here. What is different, everything. Stores are gone and so are a few bars, though the Playboy girls in Maloneys haven't left. I miss it, I can't lie. We went to Anaconda, to play golf, and it looked the same to the untrained eye. I am sure things are different there.

The kids, they are same. The same drunks, they work hard and drink harder. They party until 2 and are ready to again @ 8. 4 days in a row, and they are still going. .. I gave up.

I hit a 3 day binger and all I can think about, you guessed it, Dillon & Heather.

Butte, the houses, the east ridge, the lady (not green), and what only one of us can understand. You drive through Butte, you don't understand, you live here for a week you don't understand, but you live here for a while, and it all makes sense.

I won't ever live here again, but I will always keep it close to my heart. 60 dollar bar tabs for everyone that I knew at the Vu. Everyone I knew at the Vu, the kids that call it home again. They aren't Norm, they aren't Oak, hell even Clint wasn't there. But they had been replaced, respectively.

Oh by the way, I lost two games of pool, and I played about 14, and now understand how I got beat by the old guys that didn't shoot as well as me. They played not to be pretty, but to win. I will always remember, Maloney's, Red Cups, and pool in Butte.

drinking & guilt

My guilt from drinking is immense, I love drinking, but I am very irresponsible when I do it. I come home and see my wife and my child (usually asleep) and I immediately wonder what the hell I was thinking being away from them. That was Wednesday night.

Fast forward to Thursday, Heather went out with friends. I told her to, I get to golf on Friday and so I can spend most of the day at home with her and Dillon. Now I feel guilty I told her to go drink, because she went out with some notorious drinkers and came home hammered @ 2 am. I feel like calling in sick for work (which is golf today).

H-Town

A trip to H-Town, complete with baseball, golf, gaydom, old friends, more older friends, and a little nudity (which turned out to be more than a little). We got to go the bay, take a boat ride and see much intoxicated partying on boats, much like girls gone wild, but bigger. As in 200+ lbs, I still enjoyed it, nudity is one of my favorite things.

As far as time away, that is right, 3 days without Dillon, it was great. We drank, and laughed and did nothing, hell we might have even napped. 7 hours of driving was worth it, now we have to figure out what to do next....