Sheeeet! It's ain't hot

Corbett | July 8, 2005 9:41 AM

Texas is a BIG state. 5 hours of driving and a night at Motel 6 later, I'm sitting in Austin, TX, music capital of the world, on my 4th margarita at TGIFs, sipping on "The Ultimate O Margarita," on the 1st floor of the Radisson Hotel, thanks to Rick Monday, whose high school buddy, Dennis, the head of Engineering for the hotel, who hooked us up with an exceptional employee rate.

The reason I'm here is because Irene is konked out from jet lag, and I'm waiting for a thunderstorm to pass so I can witness the millions of bats who fly out from under Congress Bridge each night. Apparently it's a not-to-be-missed sight, which explains the 4 margaritas, because the damned things haven't flown yet, and I'm starting to see flying mariachis and saying, "Yes maaaam" to y'all.

I have about 6 minutes before I give up and go back up to my room to try to wake her up so we can go get TexMex and burn this buzz off.

Today we had ultimate BBQ in Taylor, TX, and foraged around Georgetown buying antiques. Tomorrow we see Dad in San Antontio.

BTW, it's 105 degrees outside the car.

As they say in Texas, "Sheeeet! It's ain't hot."

Category: Ramble

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