What a weird trip that was to the North West. It went south in Denver when American Airlines had to round up a fucking plane and a crew, which took four hours and messed with everything. I will never fly them again.

My trip down the Oregon coast with Brian was great. At one point I got a text from Jess saying no pot at the party, and Riley's and my friends, Dave and Sue, were not welcome. So I had to uninvite them.

Brian was holding up his sobriety great, while I partied. We did clash about it that night in the Oregon motel, and I woke up the next morning looking at those texts, and crying at my computer.

Ok, so clean and sober at the birthday party, and no Dave and Sue. I'm a grown ass man, I can handle that, lets continue this road trip and have fun. We did.

The party was nice, Brian was a bit stand-offish since he didn't know anyone there, and his sobriety has affected his ability to be social. I get that, and respect it.

So that's my summary of the trip. It was great to see Riley, meet Ariella, and travel with my nephew Brian. But I won't be doing that again.

If I'm still around, and they do a timeshare here in Tennessee, I'll see them. If not, I won't.

It is what it is, but I digress...