Went to Texas, Came Back With a Hat and a Cold
I would have loved my trip to Texas, if I didn't spend the last two days sick as a dog and covered in a rash.
That's a rash from being allergic to sunscreen, perverts. Don't look at me like that.
Things I learned on this trip:
The cold really killed my chances (or desire) to see much of Austin beyond the music festival. There are so many things I would have liked to do, such as shoot a gun, or buy more funky souvenirs (I had to do airport-store shopping just to get a few things for my coworkers), or see the state capitol building, or eat more steak. I suppose that just means I'll have to go back, but still, bummer. I was hoping to have more fun stories to bring back to my coworkers, à la the Boston Irish pilots story.
But perhaps having The Decemberists sign my breasts is good enough for this time around.
Say what? Oh, yes, I did. Don't believe me?
Told ya. More pictures of it at my Flickr, of course.
Okay, time to curl up in bed and maybe watch Jaws or Ugetsu. Something like that.
That's a rash from being allergic to sunscreen, perverts. Don't look at me like that.
Things I learned on this trip:
- You can not (well, should not) eat an armadillo, since they are carriers of leprosy. Alas, one more dream struck down by reality.
- I am allergic to sunscreen, when it is combined with actually going out into the sun. Go figure - I always thought it was heat rash, but I got it on my arms and my ears (where I had applied sunscreen), but not my legs (where I did not apply sunscreen). From now on, I'm just going to let myself burn, dammit. The discomfort goes away faster.
- It is hard to take pictures of bats at night, even when they are flying en masse. One attempt with my point-and-click digital camera (and then taken through Photoshop's "auto-levels" function):
Perhaps I should get a night vision attachment? Next time gadget. Next time. - The reason Texans are so big is because all their food is damned delicious. Best diet ever: move someplace where the food sucks.
- Austin is the headquarters of Whole Foods, and therefore their store is the died-and-went-to-foodie-heaven grocery store. Alas, I didn't take many pictures of it. Here's the only good one:
- When they say "They make everything bigger in Texas", they are not kidding. For instance, this drink I am holding here:
... that is a "medium". My ASS. Imagine the calories if it hadn't been a diet Coke!
The cold really killed my chances (or desire) to see much of Austin beyond the music festival. There are so many things I would have liked to do, such as shoot a gun, or buy more funky souvenirs (I had to do airport-store shopping just to get a few things for my coworkers), or see the state capitol building, or eat more steak. I suppose that just means I'll have to go back, but still, bummer. I was hoping to have more fun stories to bring back to my coworkers, à la the Boston Irish pilots story.
But perhaps having The Decemberists sign my breasts is good enough for this time around.
Say what? Oh, yes, I did. Don't believe me?
Told ya. More pictures of it at my Flickr, of course.
Okay, time to curl up in bed and maybe watch Jaws or Ugetsu. Something like that.