New Characters and New Aventures

This post is going to serve two purposes, one to introduce my first character, and two, to start the story of what a random and interesting Memorial Day Weekend I had.

First order of business, the new character.

I'm not really sure how I should introduce her, but I'll give it a shot, I'll use her home town, Plentywood, as her name. Her nickname seems to fit her, not only because the town is very unique, but also because if you ask almost any guy, they would say it would be fitting because of the reaction that she causes when they see her.  Now, don't get me wrong it's not all about looks, she's a fun person to be around and she seems to understand my humor - which isn't the easiest thing. Plentywood is an elementary school teacher in my hometown, we first met close to 3 years ago, when I kept seeming to run into her and her boyfriend at the time wherever I went, be it out of town or when I was back home visiting.  Up until last summer, we never really spent anytime together other than those chance meetings. Last summer, we spent some time together out on a buddy's boat, and at some other social gatherings while I was home for the summer.  She's an interesting girl stuck between wanting to be a city girl, and being true to her small Montana town upbringing.

There, first character has been established - now for the story.

Pseudo High Roller Status

While working at Enterprise, we do get to enjoy certain perks that not everyone does. One of these perks is getting really cheap rental cars.  I decided that instead of driving my truck - which is far from a beater - I was going to rent a fun car for the weekend travels up to the Flathead Valley. I was going up to compete in the State Sporting Clays Championship, and didn't want to put 500-600 miles on my truck, let alone pay for the gas required to drive my thirsty truck that far. I arranged for me to have the car in the picture from Thursday night until Sunday when I returned from my trip.

After talking to Plentywood about her plans for the long weekend, and finding out that she had never been up in the Flathead, I suggested that she come along. Being a teacher, she couldn't come up until Friday night, she somewhat surprisingly agreed to drive herself up and spend the weekend with me. I got done with my three events for the day about a half hour before she got into town, it was almost perfect timing.  After getting her settled in the room, and cleaning up for the night, we headed out on the town in search of food and something exciting to do for the night.

We ended up heading to one of the two bars in town that still served food late. After a couple drinks and dinner, we decided that we would head to the other bar as we had enough of the loud live music for the time being.  When we walked into the Wolf's Den, I knew we were in for a very "special" experience. Being from Montana, I very rarely walk into a small town bar where I feel out of place, but this one was very different. I should probably note that the town we were in is right in the middle of the Salish Kootenai Tribal Reservation.  In the words of an old waterfowl hunting buddy of mine, and to put it simply - we stuck out like a turd in a bowl of milk.  After ordering drinks and finding a table we began the very interesting and entertaining process of people watching and character analysis of the patrons.  It took about half a second from the time I got up from the table to go order more drinks for three of the local young bucks to swarm our table and start talking/hitting on Plentywood.  I returned with beers in hand and only the bravest one, or maybe he was the drunkest one, stuck around to meet me.  What I didn't know was the story that Plentywood had started as to explain why we were in town.

As we chatted with our new friend, I was enlightened to the fact that apparently I had just bought the Camaro I was driving and that one of the conditions was that Plentywood and I take a trip across country from our New York residence.  Good information to know.  One thing lead to another and our story developed into one of the greatest back-stories ever thought up without prior planning, at least to my knowledge.  It got so outlandish that I though there was no way that anyone could believe it, but our new friend lapped it up and kept wanting more.

In order to summarize here's a list of the highlights from our "history"
We live in NYC, but just bought a house in Montana because we liked it so much out here - and for the tax breaks
I'm 33 and she's 27
I work as a developer and she is now a stay at home mom, but used to write for a fashion magazine
We've been married for 6 years
We have 4 kids, 2 boys 2 girls
She wants me to sell the Camaro and buy a jet
I have spent $55K on "upgrades" to her appearance (she's all natural in real life)
And random other lies she told him that I didn't hear while I was too busy trying not to fall off my stool from laughing.

Not only did our new friend believe the whole thing, he even introduced us to his brother, cousin, sister and her boyfriend - who all believed it as well.  Once, we decided we should call it a night before our lie got uncovered, the sister said to us "I love your little New York life, and it was great meeting you. You might want to head out because it can get a little rowdy when all the locals start showing up for last call."
What none of us knew at the time was what would happen to me at the other bar the following night.