Thursday, going up to Oregon for Labor day weekend to see old buddy TravisD. They tell me my plane is going to be delayed but it ends up not hardly being delayed and I almost miss my flight. First time flying anyway so I don't hardly know what the hell I'm doing. I get up to Frisco and find out my connecting flight is going to be delayed. I already had a two hour delay so I end up being there for four hours plus. I head to the bar (of course) and order a gin and tonic. Their well gin is beefeater so positive program on that. I'm reading the New York times that was left on the bar. Some cat sits down a couple seats over from me and orders a martini. He asks for it with two onions, one olive, cloudy, kind of dirty but not too much, and beat the hell out of it. I was thinking shit this an airport bar! I talked to him a bit and it turns out he's a bartender in some sort yuppie bar, down a town over from where I live. I rap with him a bit he's a nice guy but not someone I could hang out with too much. He orders another martini and a beer, then leaves to catch his plane. Five minutes later the guy comes back and says he missed his plane. Too much time at the bar. Something I would do. He order another martini, "this time really beat the hell out of it". Says "what am I gonna say to my friends who are supposed to pick me up. They're gonna think I'm a fucking drunk, well I am a drunk, but they don't have to know that". He catches his flight and leaves after another beer. I order another drink and leave the bar area (starting to get buzzed but don't wanna be too tore up for the flight). Finally I fly out of there and head to Medford. TravisD's at the airport waiting there forever. Go back to Grants Pass. I trip on how many damn bars there are for such a small town. They're everywhere. Every restraunt has a big COCKTAILS sign too. This town of 20,000 has more bars than my town of 100,000 plus, and we have pretty damn many bars. Go back to Travz house and meet his new lady friend and his pops. We go out to a little inn and watch a friend of his band and have some grub and a couple beers. Go home and chill out. That's basically Thursday part one. More next time.