
We were solicited for prostitution last night.
Kennedy's been sick the last couple days so he's been drinking straight apple cider vinegar. We got out of Seattle heading to Portland for our first show and it seemed like an eternity to get through traffic. Also, what the fuck is the deal with that space inbetween Tacoma and Dupont that seems to be locked in a perpetual vortex of congestion? After a fairly uneventful drive, we arrived in Portland and went straight to The Know. The show started fairly early, but plenty of people came in time to catch Gaytheist, who played first. Gaytheist and Wizard Rifle both played dope sets. Nick from Gaytheist is, and looks, intense as fuck when playing drums. There was a pit during our set which was something new to us—I'm not sure if that's ever happened to us out of Seattle. While we were playing our song "Fucking Out Your Brains," I looked out and saw that my aunt was in the crowd as soon as I said the words "just to make you cum." And then shit got weird afterward.

A hotel party ensued with about 20 people or so in two different rooms. There was plenty of booze, illicit drug use, and a quick snapshot of Keith's penis may have been taken while he peed in the shower. Fuck camera phones. The hotel staff ruined the party around 3am, and then I woke up in a hotel room with 12 other individuals. Although they weren't used, the hotel was nice enough to provide condoms.
We are currently eating breakfast at a place in Creswell where everybody is watching Nascar on TV. Zach just asked them to change the channel to TruTV where bar fights are being shown. It's snowing.
A couple more photos after the jump.

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