I’m still so bleary-eyed that I decided to blog before attempting to get any studying done today in order to get that brain a pumping. (Coffee…I still miss you. Come back. We can be friends!) We had, what I expect to be, a rejuvenating weekend, but we stayed up too late last night and haven’t gleaned any of the effects of said rejuvenation.
While my sister-in-law was out on another fabulous grad school interview in California, we decided to take advantage of her empty apartment and give ourselves a mini weekend-get away. She lives about 45 minutes and a world a way from us. The world of difference is sun. My town was formed by a glacier, and thus is basically a lake bed with mountains completely surrounding it. These mountains, while beautifully Rocky Mountain picturesque, love to trap clouds. Which makes for a very dreary winter. How dreary? The last day that was deemed “partly cloudy” (as opposed to mostly cloudy, or completely cloudy if that is a thing) was February 12th. The next partly cloudy day in the forecast? March 13th.
My sister in law lives on the other side of the mountains, so we drove there to go say hi to the sun. It was awesome. I curled up like a cat in her living room, letting the sun pouring in from the window warm my back, as I read my new found used bookstore book – The Jesuit and the Skull.
Jesuits and Anthropology? Yes, please.
The town was quaint and full of great restaurants. It’s about 1/24th the size of Zoo-town, where we live, but just as many good places to grab a burger. Probably more. Haven’t found a good place up here yet.
Now, I don’t enjoy a good beer as much as I used to, which is to say at all, because it wrecks havoc on my broken bladder, but I still love this place. Montana has this goofy law where local breweries cannot sell more than 3 beers to one person in one day (no pitchers either), and also can’t sell food. Now this is a state that the Federal government had to strong arm into putting an open-container law into effect, you think they would be all about the local brews. Not so much. The big guys like to come here and pick on the little ones, lest Bitterroot Brewing single-handedly takes down Bud Light by allowing the sale of french fries at their establishment.
This sneaky little brewery gets around this law by creating 2 businesses under one roof. You have to order your beer and burger at separate counters, but trust me, it’s worth the hassle. Best burger I’ve ever had. Even though this time I got a chicken sandwich. ‘Cause there food is that good that even a chicken sandwich is delicious.
The beer is beyond great too, but whatever, I’m boycotting beer because it doesn’t like me.
We also found a place that served white chocolate toffee! Um, hello? THANK YOU! I love toffee, and my now chocolate free existence has deprived me of things such as Skor bars. But white chocolate toffee is probably a gift from God.
On a related note, I started a new medicine for my IC this morning. Wish me luck!