Let's see on Friday TravisD and I got up and decided to go down to Ashland another small town in Southern Oregon but more of a college town rather than a retirement community like Grants Pass where he lived. Went down and got some grub at some place, don't remember what it was called but it sure was tasty. TravisD recommended this beer called Black Butte porter but I thought it was called Black Butter porter heh heh silly me. Walked around town a bit until we went to some bar but it didn't look to happenin and they didn't have no liquour, fuck that!!!! Beer fine for awhile but if you wanna do some stumblin' you need liquour. Found a cool bar with a kick ass juke featuring James Brown, Coltrane, Rev. Horton Heat, Aretha, etc. The fella made a decent tanqueray and tonic, don't remember what his name was but we'll call him Big Daddy. He was kind of a heavy hispanic dude with a hawiian shirt. Me and TravisD were get our swerve on and TravisD and Big Daddy were telling me about goings on in Southern Oregon. Eventually time to go back towards GP. We met up with TravisD's buddies Boy and Kris. Boy disappeared and TravisD, Chris, and I went to the Wonderbur or "the blur" as they call it. We look funny as hell the three of us with our oversized goats. We asked the bartender to make us a pineapple bomber so TravisD could sample it. It was terrible though, too much grenadine. I went back too gin and tonics. Things start too get a little fuzzy from here. We wind up back at TravisD's pad.