must drink water
It was dark and cold when my Dad and I left my house in New Jersey Wednesday morning. The airport sucked; it was crowded with long lines to check in, then drop off bags, then get through security. My orange juice cost $5.
I landed in Austin around lunch time. My bags took no time to come through baggage claim. I stripped my wool coat and sweater off as I went outside to meet Susanne because it was sunny and warm. In the 70s!
I sat outside at Taco Xpress in a t-shirt and flip flops on Dec 29th waiting for my delicious $5 lunch. I was giddy with excitement and TMed people to brag about the awesome weather.
It set me up for a great weekend with friends. Jen, a college roommate, and her finance Stan came to visit Susanne, Seth, and I for New Year's. They have been here since Thursday, and I've spent almost all my waking hours with the four of them.
They arrived on Thursday at 11 am, where Susanne met them at the airport with Shiners and breakfast tacos. Since then, I've watched three football games, and commenced drinking at noon everyday except New Year's Day, where I briefly tested a beer around 3 pm and decided I wasn't ready. I've taken several disco or recovery naps, depending on liquor consumption.
We've wandered around campus, went to 2 different stores so Jen and Stan could get cowboy boots, watched Seth and Susanne's new puppy pee bitty puddles on the carpet, and ate obscene amounts of BBQ.
On New Year's, I consumed a good amount of gin, yelled loudly in people's ears, and danced stupidly to Bon Jovi with Jen and Susanne at a bar where no one else was dancing.
New Year's Day included some early morning vomiting, a pounding headache, a messy lesson about how egg and potato frittata don't mix with my new frying pan (not of the non-stick variety), greasy food, a short stint at a bar to watch the UT game and then an extra large nap. My brain felt like it was leaking out of the back of head, as evidenced by the many stupid things that came out of my mouth, such as "What's the German word for Lager? Oh wait, its lager." I skipped a trip to Broken Spoke for line dancing because I was still feeling slow and crappy at 9 pm.
Now that I am barely recovered from the BBQ induced meat haze, I am home in PJs where it is humid in my house in January.
I landed in Austin around lunch time. My bags took no time to come through baggage claim. I stripped my wool coat and sweater off as I went outside to meet Susanne because it was sunny and warm. In the 70s!
I sat outside at Taco Xpress in a t-shirt and flip flops on Dec 29th waiting for my delicious $5 lunch. I was giddy with excitement and TMed people to brag about the awesome weather.
It set me up for a great weekend with friends. Jen, a college roommate, and her finance Stan came to visit Susanne, Seth, and I for New Year's. They have been here since Thursday, and I've spent almost all my waking hours with the four of them.
They arrived on Thursday at 11 am, where Susanne met them at the airport with Shiners and breakfast tacos. Since then, I've watched three football games, and commenced drinking at noon everyday except New Year's Day, where I briefly tested a beer around 3 pm and decided I wasn't ready. I've taken several disco or recovery naps, depending on liquor consumption.
We've wandered around campus, went to 2 different stores so Jen and Stan could get cowboy boots, watched Seth and Susanne's new puppy pee bitty puddles on the carpet, and ate obscene amounts of BBQ.
On New Year's, I consumed a good amount of gin, yelled loudly in people's ears, and danced stupidly to Bon Jovi with Jen and Susanne at a bar where no one else was dancing.
New Year's Day included some early morning vomiting, a pounding headache, a messy lesson about how egg and potato frittata don't mix with my new frying pan (not of the non-stick variety), greasy food, a short stint at a bar to watch the UT game and then an extra large nap. My brain felt like it was leaking out of the back of head, as evidenced by the many stupid things that came out of my mouth, such as "What's the German word for Lager? Oh wait, its lager." I skipped a trip to Broken Spoke for line dancing because I was still feeling slow and crappy at 9 pm.
Now that I am barely recovered from the BBQ induced meat haze, I am home in PJs where it is humid in my house in January.
I am sad that Jen and Stan head back to Maine tomorrow. On the upside, at least now I have a half decent chance of re-hydrating before my birthday since I'll have some time to incorporate water back into my diet.
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