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Written drunk on blackberry on way home…

Its funny how whimsical decisions seems to work… I never know what to expect. Like the spontaneous feeling that compelled me to head out of town with Kris on Friday night. A fun-filled 24 hours later and the yearning to feel the comfort of our own beds got us back as quickly as we left.

A Shotgun Vacation

Kris and I didn’t leave Houston until about 8:30 Friday night. Well… We left at 7:30 but I forgot shoes so we came back and took another hour to go in earnest. We practically left twice after not having planned to leave at all. Good one eh?

Determined like a baby sea turtle heading into the ocean, we drove from Houston straight into downtown Austin to meet up on the roof of Union Park on West 6th. I particularly love this part of Austin, which has more of a post-grad midtown feel to it.

Union Park was alright. Corey and Brandon had a reserved section with bottles service and the weather wasn’t too bad. After a full night of people watching and snickering at the whole ‘crazy girl flips out’ thing that Corey had to go through (always happens) , we ended up hastily driving off to party in San Marcos instead of staying in Austin like planned. Well worth it. Laughed  our asses off over at Luis’ place until we couldn’t take it anymore and passed out around 5am.

This all seemed so continuous really… waking up and realizing that there is no rest for the weary. We snatched Adrian from the jaws of sleep immediately after we got up at noon so we could go straight to tailgate.

First game of the season and rush week made it a lively time at Bobcat Stadium… Reckless Kelly and a few other bands played the stage. You could smell the BBQ from a mile away. And for us, beer pong and flip cup ruled the afternoon. Five hours of jovial drinking in the sun will take it out of you. We barely managed to make it to Zach’s in one piece before we stubbornly got even more retarded in the late afternoon.

And so we sit here a few hours later, cat nap complete and blasting loud music on a dark country road trailblazing our way back to Houston as fast as we left it. Maybe we can rouse the roommates for some late-night drinking when we get back. Or do we ass out early from the equivalent of beer bonging an entire weekend instead of enjoying it slowly.

Ah well. Big day tomorrow. Bigger day Monday. And no work in sight.

This sabbatical could get interesting.

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