As we pulled up to Trickshot Dixie, I became the coolest guy in Spokane when I pulled up to the bar and six girls came pouring out from all directions.
We stayed at Trickshot for a while and then I decided to spend the night in my truck for the first time, just to see how comfortable it was. The answer: not very.
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onight, with great pride and a fresh wash from the spray-car-wash thing, I parked the truck near the front of the bar and proudly announced its yellowness to the assembled Reardan-folk inside.
It was Kristi's birthday party, so I went out with a bunch of folks, including Marci, Debbie, Trisha, Ryan, Lindsay, SueAnn and Jimmy. We started at Fast Eddies, but when people wanted to move to Trickshot Dixie, I got to give the ride.
So, with three girls in the cab and three girls in the bed of the truck, we took off. I said, "try not to cause a scene," to which the girls replied by snapping endless photos while they were sprawled out in the bed of the truck. No attention there.