Last Call

Well, time is starting to come to an end for me here in Montana. Time to say goodbye to a lot of friends and acquaintances. Through the development of communication tools like email, I will be able to stay in contact with almost everyone. When I first came to the US (1997), things were quite different. Letters were the only way to communicate with my friends in Germany. Well, I received 130 letters my first year, 45 letters my second year and about 5 letters a year ever since. This is not only due to the use of email etc. , but mostly due to my incapability to follow through on the process of writing a letter. Writing it, finding and envelope and address, putting a stamp on it and then sending it off is just too long of a process for me. Well, the use of email has sure changed things in the past few years. My family realized that I will respond to emails and the constant misplacement of my cell phone has insituted instant messenger as the easiest way to get a hold of me.

Anyway, Friday night was spent mostly spent at the Depot. First I met a few girls that I used to work with for dinner. It was a lot of fun to see all of them again, and I sure appreciated that they took the time to say goodbye to me. Later on that night, I met my friends Steve, Joe and Ken for drinks at the Depot. Usually, the Depot would be a little too upscale for us, but ever since we learnt about their $2 Grizzly Gin and Tonic special, this has changed too. We had a great time, and I will sure miss those “Montana last calls”.

Saturday was spent packing and slowly getting ready for the move. I planned 4 days of packing, as usually I can’t pack for more than 5 minutes at a time (without getting distracted). I went to dinner with Megan at “El Cazador” (great mexican restaurant). Afterwards we caught “Treasure Island” at the $1.50 theater. My dating life really would have been pretty lame without that place.

Superbowl Sunday was spent packing and saying goodbye to some more friends. I went over to Megan’s house for dinner, and was lured into playing card games with her, her sister and her mother. I quickly realized that a powerful alliance with her sister would be the only way to succeed within that group. She played and I distracted the opponents. It worked. We won.  At some point, I am planning to lose my extreme competitiveness. Maybe then I can consider a game of cards as a friendly get- together. Until then, game on…

I am sure going to miss a lot of things about Missoula.  At this point I would not be able to name one particular, but there will be many.