This tavern looks quaint and inviting.
Yesterday I think I was channeling Jon. As I was driving home from a wedding I got so engrossed in my conversation with my passenger that I missed my turn and then ended up driving in the opposite direction for at least 25 minutes. (Jon usually realizes he missed his turn within a couple of blocks, so there was definitely some of me in there too.) We ended up in Bovill, Idaho. Apparently, there are rumors about Bovill and the people who live there. I had not heard them — this is probably a good thing.
By the time we arrived in Bovill, and figured out we were heading the wrong way, my friend and I had to use a restroom. We should have gone before we left the wedding, but hindsight is 20/20 right? So, we stop at the only place that didn't look like it had been closed for the last 50 years — the local tavern. Tavern sounds nice, doesn't it? It's a friendly word that makes me think of a nice pub with wood floors and beams that may also have rooms for rent. This place was not a tavern. It was a bar.
This should have been the first sign of trouble.
Just outside the doors there were several people talking and drinking so I stopped to ask them about a bathroom and for directions. Their response — "As long as you're here you might as well stay with us a while and have a drink." (aka- "You aren't leaving this bar alive.") As we walked into the tiny bar toward the bathroom, which was conveniently located just a few feet in front of the country band, old men leered at us from their booths and men and women dressed in classic biker apparel looked at us as though we were fresh pieces of their favorite barbeque meat.
The bathroom was occupied so, instead of waiting, we hightailed it out and back to the car as fast as we could go. I drove like a speed demon all the way to the next town so we wouldn't be forced to lift our skirts and pee on the side of the deserted road.
What can I say? I am a woman who likes adventure. Even though it took us a lot longer to get home than expected, I would not trade the experience. It was fun and I got a good blog post out of it.