I decided this morning that I would forego the day off from driving and continue on to Boise, ID.  I stopped along the way in a little town called Prairie City and got a cheeseburger w/ ham at a local diner.  I’ve been eating cheeseburgers like its my job lately.  I’ve tried everything from the cheeseburger w/ ham, to the Mt St Helens burger (cheese, ham and egg) to the avocado burger and everything from the single patty to the triple patty.  Maybe seeing all the cows out here makes me want to eat burgers.  Or maybe that’s all some of the menus have.  Anyway, after my food stop I continued on towards Boise traveling through a whole lot of nothingness along the way.  I finally arrived in Boise and took a look around.  The city seemed really nice so I decided to stay.  Sometimes I arrive in a city that I think I want to stay in but then take a look and just keep driving.  This one looked good though; not to small, not too big.  I got a hotel within walking distance from downtown and chilled out for a little while to wait out the heat.  The car thermometer read 102 degrees F as I rolled into town.  Now I’m sure many of you are skeptical as to the accuracy of a car thermometer. So am I to a certain extent but by checking my figures against the weather channel mine to do not seem outside the scope of reality.

    Eventually I headed downtown to immerse myself in the local bar scene.  There were a bunch of them on one block so I decided to have one beer to try to determine which is the best.  The first one had live music but was dead so it was a short visit. The second was pretty crowded and was having a flip cup tournament.  Certainly intriguing but I had no team and no idea how to get a team so I left before it began.  Watching it would have been too frustrating knowing that I was not competing.  So I strolled to the third bar, stopping for some street meat along the way (a delicious chorizo), and tried to get a beer.  It was there that I had my one conversation of the night. It lasted approximately 23 1/2 seconds.  There was a girl next to me with a couple friends and she started spraying something on herself.  Could have been bug spray for all I knew.  I really wasn’t paying attention.  She turns to me and the conversations unfolds:

 

Girl: Sorry, I know this stuff smells like sun tan lotion.

Me: Yeah, I think some got on me.

Girl: It will make you smell like a slut

Me: Great, just what I always wanted

 

Conversation over.  I meant for my last comment to have sarcasm in it but somehow the sarcasm got lost somewhere between my brain and my mouth.  I’m smooth like that. So anyway, I ordered my $5 Guinness as quickly as possible and sat down to drink it (by this point I had relocated somewhere down the bar).  Shortly thereafter I realized that there was a special offering Keystone Light drafts for 50 cents.  I know beer snobbery has its price but in this situation I think I would have had to order the Keystone, if nothing else for the sheer fact that I’ve never seen Keystone on tap anywhere.  Up until a few months ago I didn’t ever realize they were still making the stuff.  I finished my Guinness and took off.  As luck would have it, right next door was a food place.  Destiny had danced me around the place all night so I took the opportunity to go in and order the biggest sandwich they had.  While I was waiting for it to be made I read a free local newspaper telling about the Napoleon Dynamite festival they had in Preston, ID where the movie was filmed.  Apparently, some kid who looked and acted exactly like the Napoleon character showed up on one of the tours and was doing lines from the movie and posing for pictures in front of all the locations. Bizarre.  I got the nod that my sandwich was ready and grabbed it for the road. Interesting night, I guess.