Well, time to recap the weekend.
Been going to the Mo Club for a while. I know the bartenders by name and they know me by name, so I guess I'm a regular there now. I get discount booze!
Anywho, went there on Friday and got pretty smashed before going to Brent's. Met a pretty cool chick that works for the Independent named Rachel. Also met a married couple that are really cool. Miguel works for the forest service and did smoke jumping years back. He said that my airborne training more than qualifies me for the job and that I should enlist in the smoke jumping school. So, I think I'll do that next summer. His wife (I think her name was Jenny) helped me get Rachel, which was funny. Rachel didn't know that I spoke Spanish, so Jenny was talking to her in Spanish and put the good word in for me. Giggity giggity goo!
After we left the Mo Club, went to her house for a bit and had a couple more drinks. Then I left for Brent's. Ran into some Havre kids there. This is where the night got fucked up. Some dude took a baseball bat to all three vehicles that had 12 (Havre) licence plates on them, including mine. The one on mine isn't too bad because the pussy didn't hit it as hard as the others and it was higher up. The other two cars kinda had it worse. We called the cops. The assigned pig came and didn't do jack shit about it and said he didn't think that they weren't linked. Gee, what a great police force we have. I realize there's not much he could do, but he didn't even bother photographing the scene. And, "they weren't linked." Douchebag. So, my windshield is fucked up and I don't have the means to pay it, so it's going to stay fucked up for a while.
Last night I worked and went to the Mo Club for a bit. Not much happened.