how can you blame me?
if that isn't reason enough to move to texas, i don't know what is.
i had an excellent time on my texas trip, as expected. no heavy drinking this time (thankfully) but good times and laughter none the less. there was bullshit at the airport (both coming and going) in the form of a two hour delay each flight but it really wasn't that torturous. i kept myself busy people watching, reading "the zombie survival guide" and (of course) thinking.
here is my super short summary of the trip, in this order; cigarettes in the garage, breakfast at the pig, no frills grill, jeep ride (jeremy in the trunk) to italian inn for steve's "dress nice" birthday dinner, two birthday singings, batman cake, alcohol consumption, swiffer dancing, drunken heart-to-hearts, morning cigarettes and coffee, a parakeet named petey, seafood cookout extravaganza, avoiding a coconut disaster, beer and family, ninja turtle cake, major nappage, chipotle, thrift stores but most importantly 'the funky g' (7$ vintage dresses- yesss), hello consumer hello & giggling to tears, mexican food, pitchers at the movies, blades of glory, KISS sing-a-long in the trans am, tempers, more breakfast at the pig, chicken fried steak, and movietime with the libertine.
geez. now that i recap, many activities were completed in the roughly four days i was there.
enough about the past, what about the future?
i'm going to see the killers tonight!