Girls' Night Out!

This past Saturday night, my wonderful husband insisted I go out for a girls' night to celebrate a friend's birthday. So Nick took over Ellie duty while I went out for sushi and then on to the bar afterward. Feeling a bit daring, we decided to try our hands at the mechanical bull in town. None of us were very good, but I think I hold the title for least graceful dismounts from the bull! I now have a pretty hefty bruise on the top of my right thigh where my fist kept hitting it as I was riding. I "may" also have succumbed to a few other minor scrapes and bruises as I flew forward off the bull. Despite the bruises, the worst part was the humiliation of falling flat on my stomach (twice) in a crowded bar. But hey - this is Montana and I had to try riding a bull once before we moved (even if it was a mechanical one), right? And we did have a good time!