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.