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My independence day was spent in the house and out of the house, at a few houses, really. I scoured Cat Piss Cove, the small room directly across our bedroom, where the cats have taken to pissing on the mats in front of the litter boxes. This is not MY house, but the house of a very nice gentleman who is traveling the country and Canada in an RV, entrusting his 1400 cds, two big and flat screened televisions, wall of obscure DVDs, three cats and Shooby the dingo, to myself and Clarke.
I tubed the San Marcos river with a member of the Polyphonic Spree (though really, how hard can it be to get into that band?) and deemed him untrustworthy because he kind of whatevered the fact that he opened for David Bowie and is about to go on tour with Brian Wilson. Dude, I don't care that you're in the only choral rock group in the country, it's okay to get excited about David Bowie. And I thought you guys were kind of lame.
I ended up in the country, a good hour out of Austin, and drove up to a party with potato guns. This is my kind of fun. Burning Man meets backyard Texas barbeque. I had a great steak and egged on the shooting of cars with a paintball gun.
The main agenda is saving money and plotting our flight to California, mourning Texas every day. We're going to sneak up on Big Bend, take the back way. Camping! Clarke's grandparents in Tucson! LA! Then a nice slow jaunt up north. See you soon.
I tubed the San Marcos river with a member of the Polyphonic Spree (though really, how hard can it be to get into that band?) and deemed him untrustworthy because he kind of whatevered the fact that he opened for David Bowie and is about to go on tour with Brian Wilson. Dude, I don't care that you're in the only choral rock group in the country, it's okay to get excited about David Bowie. And I thought you guys were kind of lame.
I ended up in the country, a good hour out of Austin, and drove up to a party with potato guns. This is my kind of fun. Burning Man meets backyard Texas barbeque. I had a great steak and egged on the shooting of cars with a paintball gun.
The main agenda is saving money and plotting our flight to California, mourning Texas every day. We're going to sneak up on Big Bend, take the back way. Camping! Clarke's grandparents in Tucson! LA! Then a nice slow jaunt up north. See you soon.