The New Yorkers and I stayed with the first of two women named Ari that I know in Missoula, both of whom I know from Santa Cruz. This Ari couldn’t decide if she was Good Ari or Evil Ari. I told her I thought that Other Ari would probably claim to be Evil Ari, so she went with Good Ari. She lived in a house owned by the ex-wife of the director of the MFA program that she used to be a part of, and explained that this relationship made the housing situation a little awkward. We went out to another bar that ended up just as bro-y as before, then I watched a bunch of Avatar: The Last Airbender and slept on the couch inside.
Here's a cool alleyway from downtown:
Yay! A day of rest
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