I'm not sure where to start here. I can tell you where it ended. I woke up wearing all of my clothes, including my shoes and hat. You ever sleep in your hat? It's great. I have a permanent ring around my head now. Thanks Medford.
But long before that, we headed out from redding expecting a huge storm. So I have not very many complaints about California, but one thing that seems to keep happening is that people keep telling us about the huge storms and it's just that the roads get kind of wet. It's bizarre. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier for our good fortune of safe and mild travels. I guess its just that last time in Denver when a "huge" storm came, I couldn't leave my house for 3 days and there were still a shit ton of 2 wheel, bald-tire, half drunk mountain folk driving 60 miles an hour up the nearest icicle.
Anyway, we get into Medford about 2:30. Johnny B's is still closed, even though the sign says they are open from 11"30 - 3pm daily and then 6pm to close. We're actually pretty happy to be back here in the no-way-you're-pumping-your-own-gas state. So we have plenty of time before they open at 6pm. Small tragedy. We forgot to plug in our trailer lights before leaving Redding so we have to get that replaced. We take off the trailer in front of Johnnys and split up. Tim and I (I'm not sure which one is which anymore) stay back while Tim and the others hit the auto zone. Based on what I heard, Ed bought the wrong one. Then Mike returned it and got another wrong one. Then they returned it together and got the right one. It's a bold strategy, but what the hell. We have plenty of time. They pull back in and start to work on the trailer. Side note. Ed has a weird fixation with Google. Anytime you doubt him he refers you to google. "Shit. Jushht Google it if you don't believe me". I like Ed'isms. So back at the trailer, Mike and Ed are hard at work. Well, I think Mike is probably googling shit at Ed's constant request. Meanwhile, a parking lady is standing at the front of our truck getting ready to ticket us for bring in this spot too long. Time to pour on the Medford charm. I get out and talk it through with her, tell her that we had a trailer break down and that's why we're there. If she doesn't believe me I can refer her to a search engine that will confirm our story. She let's us off.
We have a food buyout so we wait for 6pm to eat. No one there yet. Mike and a Tim hit the town with Dave and Matt from Guttermouth. 7pm hits and I am pretty worried. 7:30 hits and still no Johnny B. We finally move the truck to look for the nearest liquor store (separate stores for liquor in Medford) and get back by like 8:05. Parking spot gone and Johnny B's is open! What the fuck? Was everyone waiting across the street or something for us to move? Anyway, we finally get in and get ready to rock. It's not quite the turnout as last year, but in Medford, you make your own fun. We made it alright. Then we made with the whiskey. Then Ed took off for a nap before we were supposed to drive through the night. Tims and I hit the merch booth shitfaced and hope for the best. We sell some. We drink some. We forget some. It's just sorta how it goes on the road. After the show, we decide we sold enough to stay so we head to the same place Guttermouth is staying at and party with the dudes for way too late. I remember parts of this, but not much. I remember laughing that the tims were standing together in their little corner of the room timming out. I wonder what they talk about? Is there some secret coalitiion of Tims that exist somewhere? Were they talking about the Medford Chapter of Tims? Then it hits me. I need a coalition of drunks that fall asleep in their clothes. I'll get right to that in the morning. Goodnight Medford. Thank you to Johnny B's and the rest of you for your hospitality.
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