In which I visit small-town America

I went to my girlfriend Makaela's hometown of Dayton, WA this past weekend. When I showed up at Makaela's house after the five hour drive, I received a great welcome. That's if you consider no one being home and me being locked out in the cold because the family is out at the bars a great welcome. I had to remember that her aunt lives across the street and have the aunt break me in and then give me a ride to the bar downtown. The aunt and her boyfriend were drunk, but the town is so small that the bar was a one minute ride in the car. I think you have to drive drunk in small towns or they kick you out.

It was Makaela's mom's birthday (Happy Birthday Kris) so all the family was drunk together. Beautiful times. We went to a bar called Cracker B's where I promptly ordered a double gin and tonic and sucked it down. Then another. Then another. Then another. Now I can handle this.

Conversation I had with a young army vet recently returned from Iraq-
Me: I have some buddies who just got back from Iraq.
Him: I have some buddies who died in Iraq.
(Uncomfortable silence)

That young troop proceeded to drink until he threw up and then got in a fight. Let's hear it for our boys in blue!

Speaking of fights, we had to hustle a family member out of the bar because some young hooligan was drukenly pressing the issue of shooting coyotes on his land (not cool). I'll let you deal with that.

The bar did not have ESPN2. Quel dommage. That's all for now.