Not much to talk about in Billings. There wasn't a show. It took 11 hours to drive there, listening to country radio and an Arthur Conan Doyle audio-book of two Sherlock Holmes stories. Finally I get into town and find my way to Nicholas, another couch surfing friend who's putting me up. Turns out I'm staying at a dorm with Nick and his roomates. They're all nice folks - turns out that one of my other offers for a couch to surf was from Laura, one of Nick's friends. I assure them that I didn't pick one over the other...
I ask them about bars to play at, and then realize that they're all underage (U.S. - 21, Canada - 19, Quebec - 18... Canada rocks!). Still, Nick gives me the rundown of the bars and they all seem to know which ones you need fake ID to get into.
They all mountain climb and snow board - all probably MUCH healthier than me. And they BOX! Apparently in Billings on Thursdays, you can climb into a ring with some other untrained boxer and get paid to box ($50 for the loser, $150 for the winner - holy!). Part of me is glad it's not a Thursday.
Instead of boxing, we play some Mario Kart - I am pathetic at Mario Kart - and then I head to bed.
Anyway, that's it for Billings. I slept well and left really freakin early the next day to get to Sioux Falls - another 11 hour drive.
Next: I play "South Dakota" in South Dakota. I wake up to gunshots and I shoot an AK-47.
