To be or not to be (social)

I vacillate between wanting a busy social life and not wanting one at all.

I think I've always been this way: Upset when I only receive a couple calls on my birthday, but enjoying the peace and quiet the other 364 days of the year. I can remember feeling it as a child, those conflicting pulls of "I need more friends" versus "leave me alone!"

I'm not turning into an alcoholic, people.

I'm just enjoying the freedom.

For instance, I didn't really like the alcoholic whipped cream so I gave it to my roommate, who ran it over to her bestie's today. It's dairy and perishable so I figured someone might as well enjoy it before it goes bad because I'm not going to have it again.

Where they will spread my ashes when I die

A Crazy Woman Canyon, through which a Crazy Woman Creek rushes, is in the Big Horn Mountains about an hour west of here near the historic town of Buffalo.

I haven't been to the Big Horns yet. I did make it to the foothills of the Black Hills, which are about an hour east of here, but I didn't take any photos, unfortunately.

Gillette is in a basin that's in between the two ranges.

When I figure out who this Crazy Woman was, I will share. Stay tuned.

Good Times

The Holy Roman Empire was not holy, nor Roman, nor an empire. So I assumed Good Times Discount Liquor wouldn't necessarily be a good time or have discounts. Was I wrong. It was a most excellent time, and it may be my fave liquor store in Gillette.

The prices are meh. The sales are good, though.

Let me begin by introducing you to the alco-Slurpee machines. I was so surprised when I first saw these, on the Fourth of July, looking for something refreshing for an outdoor get-together with friends. It's convenient pick up a container of alco-Slurpee on the way to a picnic or party. It means no more having to blend a pitcher of margaritas at home, hoping it won't slosh around in the car, crossing fingers it won't melt.