On Monday, which was Labor Day, I got up and we were supposed to go to a BBQ. Pretty typical stuff for Labor Day. Kris and I got a couple sixes, TravisD wasn't drinking today. Turns out the BBQ was a bunch of AA dudes and Kris and I were the only people drinking, until some lady showed up with a Busch tall can. Some blues band called Broadway Phil and somethin er other was supposed to play but didn't. We walked down to the river and got board. Eventually we left and Kris, Travis, and I went down to the Illinois river to go swimming. Kris and I went swimming with beers in our hand like true white trashes. Down a little ways there was naked people swimming. We saw some naked ladies arses. We put the bag of beers in the water to cool them down. We pulled them out of the water there was a frog jumping around in it. Took off eventually. Kris came back over and we went down to Ashland again. Went to the same bar. Kris and I drank whilst TravisD played rock n roll trivia. There was purdy ladies around. The bartender was sexy like but she pissed me off cause my last scooby snack tasted like only pineapple juice. I don't know why cause I wasn't being obnoxious or even slurring my speech. Maybe we just consumed a lot and tolerance had gone way up. Kris all of the sudden was all hammered, and I took a picture of him passed out in the back. My buzz felt like it had just about completely subsided. So I went and got a sixer of Black Butte Porter, to put me to sleep.

Tuesday didn't do much wanted to recover for the flight home. Watch a funny ass movie though called Cannibal the music, with the two dudes from South Park.

Wednesday went home. Got some kick ass breakfast at some weird down home joint just outside of Medford where the airport was. So ends the Oregon trip.