one truth, one lie and one truth.

Shortly after graduating high school, I took a road trip with a couple friends.  We ended up coming home (me to Missoula and them to Boise) through Tillamook County, Oregon.  I approached an unmarked, fish-hook turn going a mite faster than suggested and had a head-on with a Winnebago.  We all managed to basically walk away from it, except my car.

While in Germany, I took a pub crawl tour of the Bavarian beer gardens in Munich.  I received taunts from a kiwi (a bloke who hails from New Zealand) who claimed "No Yank will ever out drink anyone except an Asian!"  I proceded to drink this guy under the table with the support of some friends who dragged my ass home.  I still don't actually remember the other guy passing out, I have only pictures and friends to tell of how it all went down.

I was born and raised here in missoula.  My parents moved here from California while my mother was pregnant with me.  My dad had family who lived here in Missoula and my parents moved here without seeing it once. They relied purely on the fantastic recomendations of our family.