Good girls go bad...

...or the horse made me do it.  Still not fully recovered from the weekend's adventures MB is still out of commission and Sous-Chef once again takes to the keyboard.  After a series of mundane but necessary errands Sous-Chef, MB, and company set upon getting our wicked on Saturday and Sunday. 

First stop "the mall".  What started out as a quick in/out stop ended up having some serious complications to my wallet.  My friend/sister needed to stop into Montague's Jewelry (a local institution)  to have her Yogo Sapphire checked and cleaned.  Now I should mention Montague's is known for their original designs and for working with yogo sapphires in particular.

While attending my twenty-year I had shopped for a Yogo, but frankly I couldn't afford it.  For years I planned to get one at my 30th, however with recent financial events being what they were (new car and computer)  I decided I would be good and not tempt the financial wants and needs balance yet again.  As soon as we hit the mall I knew it was a foregone conclusion, if I found something I liked it would be coming home with me.  Fortunately my eye and my wallet instantly picked the same item.  MB ponied up for a photo-op with the Yogos and we were off.  I do think the fine staff of Montague's thought we were insane, but I'm sure the commission more than made up for it. 

To ease the pain of the semi-impulsive purchase our happy group decided it was O'Beer Thirty somewhere and we soon settled into trying a few of the local brews.  The following represents a the debauchery that ensued. 

MB reviews the menu at the Bone's Brewery:
Sharptooth Volcanic Porter and steak fingers.

MB earning some beer money at the casino next door...

MB samples the Dog Slobber Brown Ale at Angry Hanks

The official "class reunion beer" was Whitetail Wheat from the Montana Brewery Co. However there was also opportunity to sample the perennial favorite Moose Drool and the seasonal ale Summer Honey from the Big Sky Brewery out of Missoula, MT in my motel room.

Later that evening "the girls" attend the pig roast with our classmates out at Oscar's Dreamland.  The food was great, but the conversation even better.  We laughed...we cried...and our reunion motto "We are Family" was never more true.  It seems the older we get, the differences of our youth become more negligible and in reality they always were we just didn't know it.   

On Sunday my other family and I recalled memories of adventures past including high times at the Red Door, the Horseshoe, Tiny's and Lucky's on Grand.  Along the way we raised our glasses in memory of Pappy as we laughed, cried and laughed some more.  It was a fitting end to an emotional weekend. 

I'll be leaving Billings this morning...MB and I will be taking the southern scenic route home.  Our first stop will be the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument.