It's all about the hamiltons baby
so last weekend I spent a whole 4 days in kerrville visiting schreiner and some people. turns out kerrville is truly the one most boring place in the world. so we party it up a bit, then round 11 we go to the clubs. we go to this first one, it's alright. your typical little bar/club. kids drinkin, redneck cowboy playing guitar singing for everyone. pretty small and shitty. so miranda and I walk outside, see a flight of stairs, and easy access to the roof. so we go up the stairs, and sit on the roof. as soon as we sit down some dude walks out of the bar, looks up at us and goes, you guys gotta come down. whatta way to ruin our only fun. so then we're taken to the most happenin club in kerrville. we walk in, wow, it's like gold inside. so bright. looks classy with a cool bar, and there's an upstairs! the upstairs is a pool hall. nice! and they were playing stevie ray vaughan's Live Alive album, one of my personal favourites! how could this possibly suck?? well there were only like 2 people in there. one was drunk on his barstool, the other was a dirty weird looking mexican guy sitting on the couch who kept staring at the girls (I was the only guy in the group). so that creeped everyone out and we left only to go back to the house we started at. it's hard to believe that I'm actually most likely gonna go there. at least the campus is cool. outside the campus, kerrville sucks. as long as you stay on campus, the town is cool. anyway. miranda I know you're the only one who reads this so, here's to another great weekend, except this time in SA where they'll actually card us and we wont be able to really do anything since we're all only 20... but who needs bars when there's house parties right? anyway. this turned out to be much longer than I expeted. I was only planning on writing like 2 lines. daaaamn little caeser's pizza is good. we'll have to do that again.