Cheers to Four Years

There is one unwavering certainty that unifies my otherwise chaotic existence, and it is mine and Jesse's tradition of attending Campbell's Oktoberfest. Nothing stands in our way of beer and polka music. Be it financial troubles (buy a flask and save money on beer) or an obtrusive work schedule (request the day off or come into work still heavily buzzed), we somehow manage to end up on the streets of downtown campbell with steins in hand.

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus, there's an empty seat, hope that isn't pee!

Hold onto your wiener tight and enjoy the ride, it's going to be a bumpy one. That didn't sound right.

It is fairly well known already, but I have a fondness for brass. This is the House of Brass, and I a have a renewed faith in mankind ever time I see it.

It is likely that this man has been rocking out and drinking beer since he was a wee lad.

Running into friends and family during Oktoberfest is never uncommon.

Kara rarely graces the Clog with her glowing smile, but Jesse's distorted mug always seems to.

A perfect October home.

Then Jesse urinated upon it.

The Redlands crew officially has the nicest home of anyone we know in downtown, kudos boys.

As tradition dictates, even after a day of gluttony and excess at Oktoberfest, one must always end the day with some sort of late night beer and food mission.

Victory and Vomit

The month of October is made that much sweeter if Giants baseball is alive and going strong. Something about the orange and black just compliments fall so well, and if things continue the way they have been, there may be a Giants game on Halloween. I better not get too ahead of myself. For the time being I will recap yesterday, a wonderful day.

There is a stillness surrounding Tommy's at 10 AM on a Thursday. A few dead leaves prematurely lay helpless on the ground.

"People act like just because they have jobs they can skip watching a Giants playoff game at Tommy's."

Sal turned twenty one on this glorious day and vomited sometime during the course of the night. I was not there to witness it, but I know it happened. Sal probably isn't a Giants fan. I am a fan of Sal, and a fan of the Giants. So I have to assume there is some correlation between these two things.

I am not sure whether or not Debase knew that the Giants won three games in a row against the Reds. Either way, his presence enhanced my already magnificent day.

In order to properly ignite a pile of coals, one must light no less than three cardboard boxes on fire and spend no less than half an hour fanning the flames. Peter is on a path towards success.

Trick or treat bitches!

Hello CalderClog my old Friend,

I've come to post on you again. And good sweet lord has it been a minute. It has been so long since my last post that I almost forgot this hellhole of an online journal existed. Is excess work at Starbucks to blame for my Clog negligence? I seriously doubt it. Could it be, that I am out skating and filming so much that there isn't even a spare twenty minutes during the day for me to spew a few jumbled sentences onto the internet? Hell no! Either way though, Fall is here.

And I will be God Damned if I don't start drinking pumpkin flavored drinks and eating similar tasting cookies. These little guys can be purchased at your local 7-11, and are surprisingly spicy. So spicy in fact, that I almost do not recommend ingesting them unless you have a strong cup of black coffee on hand.