Checklist

I woke at 7:00 AM inside a sleeping room in Twin Bridges, Montana.

Rubbing at my aching forehead, I ran through a mental checklist:

Attended a Ruby Valley wedding surrounded by seven mountain ranges: Check

Drank a glass of Scotch and two glasses of wine: Check

Bumped into a high school classmate: Check

Drank two more glasses of wine and one more Scotch: Check

Barn-danced with that girl: Check

Drank more something-or-others: Check

Walked outside in starry darkness: Check

Drank a shot (according to that girl) of something: Check

Danced with any girl appearing in front of me: Check

Celebrated with champagne: Check

Got an Uberish ride of some sort back to our room with sister, brother-in-law, that girl, some bearded dude from Alder, a mason jar filled with dried wheat stalks and a woman of questionable origins: Check

Landed in bed with the bed spins: Check

Got out of bed and hugged the toilet: Check

First hangover in well over twenty years: Check

Had a great time: Check

--Mitchell Hegman