The Good, The Bad, and The Waxy
Friday, June 20th, 2008Farewell bland Texas town, I’m going home.
Thank god.
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Farewell bland Texas town, I’m going home.
Thank god.
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Greetings from The Alamo. Or, about a half mile southeast of it, anyway. I’m in a cozy hotel, high atop San Antonio, gulping down cool water after a long afternoon of walking in the crazy Texas heat.
I know I should go out again, and tour the Alamo, or any of the historic missions around here, but I am so enjoying the air conditioning and American Justice on A&E and bottles of water and my yoga pants. I don’t wanna be hot again.
I did it. Did it. Across a stage and into tomorrow. I did it.
Vacation was very, very nice. It almost seems like a dream now. We’ve been back for nearly two weeks, and D has been at a job site since the 1st. But though the memories are a touch hazy, I can tell you that while away I rediscovered my love for the following:
Rolling Waves
Tweek

Sticky Peach Margaritas.

What more do you need, really?