....Continued.

Yep, better let dad take it from here....

Firstly we werent "obnoxious", we were colorful, vibrant, lively, and of course the life of the party. But Marcy was right, we didnt sit across from each other, i had the pleasure of sitting across one lovely Ms. Erin Miller, to the left of her was the stunning Adria Parkhill and to the right of her was the most gorgeous blonde haired girl i had ever seen ( a very "snooty" gorgeous blonde haired girl may i add).
But not to re-tell what has already been said i will carry on.

After dinner was done and a few bottles have wine had be consumed it was time to carry on with the evening. Naturally us Canucks dont shut the party down after dinner so it was back to the hotel to get ready for a long night a head of us. The offer was put out to the girls but it was only Marcy and Erin who chose to engage in dibotury with their four new found Northerly friends.

Marcy was wearing a white longsleave, brown designer jacket, high heals and painted on Rockin' Republic jeans (i'll never forget it). Her and Erin came to meet us at our hotel, which later became our second home for all our Missoula roadies throughout our time at Montana Tech. Anyways Marcy and Erin came to the hotel with their drinkin' faces on and the second part of the evening began, thankfully Marcy left her attitude that she had over dinner at the door of the hotel upon their entrance. We left the hotel after putting down a few more beverages and went to a place called the Iron Horse (i think). That could be wrong but i remember we had these drinks that she loved. Marcy was a much more chatty and much more friendly (she must of started to notice all my muscles and heart melting smile), anyways it was time to leave and walk to the next bar. On the way i could see she was cold, my male instinct kicked in and my conscience yelled "STEVE! WAKE UP, GIVE HER YOUR COAT!" Well actually was a Carhart Hoodie ( Classy, i know), but either way it was off my back and on to her. I persisted that I wasnt cold and that it was merely suntanning weather where i came from, but if you have ever walked around downtown Missoula at the end of January at 11:00pm you know its anything but warm. Either way we walked side by side (Marcy says we held hands but i dont remember) to the next bar the Mo Club, great turkey gizzard by the way. More shots went down and things became a tad more cozier. It was at this bar that we held hands and i knew, or at least i thought i knew, i was making some headway.

More drinks went down and the night started to get a little messy, especially since some of my fellow oil rig friends were down, if you havent heard righands have somewhat of a reputation...Anyways the next and last bar was visited. Somewhere between the Mo Club and the bar where we were at some distance was put between Marc and Me, probably because the alcohol consumtion was red lined. Once we arrived Marcy still had my hoodie on and gave it to the bartender so i didnt have to carry it around all night. From here my memory is a little foggy of the evening but i do remember the end of the night, or so what i thought was the end of the night. Marcy told me that she was leaving because she was tired and drunk and it was time to go to bed. I said good night to her but stayed at the bar with the boys and continued to drink the night away.

This part deserves its own paragraph

It wasnt 20 minutes after i said goodnight to Marcy when i came walking around the corner of the bar to tally up another double whiskey water when low and behold who was back at the bar, hand in hand with another guy....Marcy.

I guess it was safe to say the loud obnoxious Canadian didnt make the cut that night.