Catching up on some stuff. Another Saturday, Double P moving back to Seattle so throw him a Adios party at Lester B's and now Joyles McGee's. Happy Joyless and I go to the liquor warehouse, one of those big ass stores with only liquor. Kegs, all kinda beers, liquor, mixers, everything. We get ingredients for shoot the roots (just root beer schnappes and beer), and pineapple bombers. Go back to the pad I start with beer cause I don't want to get too tore down too early. Eventually adding my schnappes shot. Double P was mixing pineapple bombers in a pint glass and the rest of us were soon to follow. A pineapple bomber is one of those drinks thats many kinds of alcohol and very little non-alcohol so you can imagine what happens after a couple pint glasses of them does to you. Not many people showed up for a long time. Just the usual suspects mainly. Eventually when I was nearing blackout more people showed up. Some young punk rock kids were there, and some asshole was there, old buddy of sorts Dave was there, and Sweet Motherfucker guitar player Anthony showed up for a while, but I was blacked out not too long after he showed. Some folks stayed up until almost eight in the morning but I crashed out pretty damn early. Too many damn pineapple bombers.

The next day me, happy Joyless, Lester B, and Drunkenmeister went to the champagne brunch for a feast. Many good foods of hispanic nature and glasses of champagne were had. Drunkenmeister was mighty red-eyed and the classic shit-grin of his was showing. Everybody went home after that except me of course. I went down to the Knight and visited Kim for a while, and ran into my old buddy Sheepdog. He's sober now and made a good case for sobriety, but I'm not quite ready yet. Had my bombers, scooby snacks, and PB&Js as per usual Sunday. Said my goodbyes and headed home. Big smiles all around for a silly weekend. Heading up to Oregon to go see old buddy Travis D (see intro). Should have some stories when I get back. hell fuck yeah!!!!!!