Written in the rain today...

I don’t quite want to die right now, but I’m not sure how to otherwise gain any relief. Why’s that? Well, let’s just say that I celebrated America’s birthday last night a lot more than I have celebrated any of my birthdays. Oh wait, maybe not this last one. But you get the point.

Yesterday started off great. All my dad’s side of the family met up in San Marcos. I had invited both Jessica and James to come along with me since my mom told me to invite some people. James decided he needed to spend some quality time with the family (a valid excuse) so it was only me and Jess with the entire family. Funny. I think she was being sized up the entire time as a potential suitor would be presented before the royal family. Jess knows how to roll with the punches though and we were able to laugh about it later. Fajitas, pinto beans, and fresh flour tortillas are the shit! Also great to spend some quality time with the family; especially those who weren’t able to make it to my graduation.

Later we went to Jess’ place to drink a couple beers and get ready to head out. We were joined by Travis, his brother Jared, and their friend Todd. All fine gentlemen who paid for way too many of my drinks that might be responsible for my current state. I don’t remember the last time we were able to get in that many bars in a bar-hopping adventure. If anyone is in Cheers bar on 6^th, request the “Blue Wave.” I promise it’s the best shot you’ll ever have.

The previous night was also an adventure in Austin. We met up with some of James’ high school friends. There was a much better ratio this night, as at one point, James and I were accompanied by seven lovely ladies. We went to a very typical UT party (at least what I think is typical) which consisted of a cover-charge for guys, one keg, some liquor for the ladies, and one very crowded apartment. They ran out of everything by midnight! Amateurs. So we headed it back to James’ friends apartment and had our own party. There was def some craziness going on. I’ll leave it at that, and ask James for details if you see him.

That’s all the writing that’s in me at the moment. In a couple of hours James’ and my parents are meeting up and we’re all going out to dinner. Tomorrow probably finds me back in SA to celebrate my first First Friday in awhile. It’s contemporary art month. Sweet.