deep in the heart
If sneakyfrog will handle it, I'll be keeping a sort of travel diary again when I go off to Austin for a week. I'll be geeking out with a wifi laptop and a digital camera. Sweet -- like ninjas.
At least it's the sane part of Texas. You know, the Slacker part. The part the rest of Texas regards as Sodom and Gomorrah.
Not looking forward to waking up at 5 to drive to SJ.
Extremely looking forward to blogging by the pool. Poking around in college town stores.
The extremely Atkins-friendly Salt Lick. (I tried to be vegetarian once. Really. I couldn't, mainly because BBQ -- real, St. Louis or Texas BBQ -- is flatly irresistible to me. No ifs, ands or buts. And yes, I read Fast Food Nation, and I know about all the evils of beef farming. BBQ is still irresistible.) Must be those hick boy genes again.
Z Tejas. (If you haven't noticed yet, I'm a slave to various pleasures, especially food.)
Movies at the Alamo Drafthouse, where you sit on couches and order decent food... and it's brought to you.
And the fucking greatest thing ever. Click on the link. You'll be glad you did.