Bozeman Bars.

It's the end of our second night in Bozeman.
Today was eventful. We hiked. We ate. We decorated.
We were put in charge of an ENTIRE WEDDING CAKE.
yikes.

This evening we ditched Amanda and headed downtown where we soaked in the beer, beautiful faces, and shameless flirting.

Upon arrival, we booked it to the bar where, while standing in line, two guys made a weak attempt at flirting:

Guy 1: Hey, have you met my friend Dave?

(Before anyone could answer, a third man swoops in from nowhere)

Guy 3: Hey, how are you. I'm here all the time.

Unsure how to recover, the two guys slink away, only to walk past our table later and make eyes at Mamie.
Later, while seated, two dudes come up to use and warn us of the dangers of sitting under wall-mounted bikes. He also talked to us about Wham! The band. Duh.

Speaking of Wham!, I should really sleep.

Goodnight, and in the morning... WEDDED BLISS!?!?!?