Well... So we headed out fearless to Portland , protected as we were by Him , our Viking Emo.
A warm welcome from our friends and a fun show at the Red and Black. Then an unchaparoned teen party at Reed College.
This little trip was our chance to break in our new boy Max

Little did we know that he concidered it his chance to break us in. Shortly after arrival our "friend" tried to take out the Mahatma's eye with his own beloved steel guitar, then at the Ren Fayre gig, proceded to lay the Captain out after what would have to be called our highest paying gig we've ever played to four people . We were, in fact, upstaged by a bug eating contest. However it was a chance for us to meet our childhood hero and source of inspiration for most of our musical influences, none other than Doctor Demento not to mention the uncanny appearance of the ghost of Rube Waddell as seen in the photo (notice the "modern" attire he's aquired in the afterlife).
Through it all, though, the trip was held together by our own BMOC, mr cd cummings keeping it all together. After a bountious night of sleep at our boy Mike Dickel's house we made an uneventful trip home, until, that is, when the new guy took another jab at the Mahatma, this time in an even more vulnerable spot .
Ahhh, the road...