I can't really say we woke up this morning because basically none of us got any sleep. In order for us to make it to Billings by 5pm, we had to drive through the night. I think it's about now that Electric 6 has made regular rotation on the Boldtype Radio Network. The Tims and Manny have dance party in the back, while I try and contort my body into some sort of sleeping position. I know that by sunrise Timmy and I are pretzeled up like a bag of rold golds.
Ed is on fire and making good time. But then GPS strikes back at Ed for making it look like shit so often. Jealous little GPS gives us the shortest route, but doesn't tell Ed that the route is through 100 miles (not exaggerating) of icy mountains. Sleep is out the window at this point and it's too late to turn back. Temps drop to negative eleven and the insides of our windows ice up. I'm convinced we are going to get stuck and have to eat one of the Tims to survive. The jury is out on which one at this point. But Ed won't go down without a fight. We pass an iced over rickety old half built bridge that the Duke boys wouldn't even jump over. Ed is up for it today though. Inching through, he drives us to safety and even has time to tell us about the animals native to these Montana hills. Good work Edward.
But the thing with Ed is this, he always does something good and then follows it up with something un-good. Example. Getting us safely to Billings, great. Telling the bartender we need a room for "Free-Fifty" and then taking a "complimentary to people actually gambling" hot dog...un-good.
We make it with a little over an hour to kill so we check in to our old go to homestead the Dude Rancher and clean up. It's time for us to hit the club. We are fortunate enough to run into the Eyre Family again. If you don't know about them, check our blog from last year. They are the coolest family around, and honestly a high point for all of us to be able to hang out with them again.
As we are setting up, out of nowhere and clean as a whistle, blows in Jeff Dew! It is fantastic to see him and he immediately runs a hygiene check. He can tell he has a lot of work to do, but tonight he's just here to let his hair down and put the "ill' in Billings. Success. The show is crazy and we have kids running around singing our songs. Billings truly treats us well.
Post show, we make another trip to our old friend the Rainbow. The booze is aplenty at the good ol' Rainbow. We have not only hit our stride at shows, but also in alcohol consumption and sharpie mustaches. If anyone in Billings reads this, can you put one thing to rest for us? We've been told it is a gay bar, and that it isn't a gay bar. All I know is that the fellas are nice and the price is right. And that, my friends, is how to get down in Billings town...
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