fragrant areolae
yesterday was one of the few geniune excellent days of my natural born life. surprisingly, this kind of satisfaction did not require a huge influx in cash or the company of a lady. no, I just indulged in incredible food, 'friends' trivia, good bull and music. driving up to austin for this seems well worth it now. as if it wasn't evident before.
for some reason, I woke up before eight o'clock (thanks emma) and couldn't knock myself out again, which gave me just under six hours of glorious sleep on wg's stately bed. I would have thought that waking up so early might have made me grumpy for the rest of the day, but after everyone woke up, we immediately got dressed and sat on the couch in anticipation of longhorn sportscenter.
when musculo finally decided to show up, we quickly hoped in his automobile of iniquity. next stop was east austin, for some $2.99 cullinary love. you can have your ritzy four-star restaurants with their garnish and cloth napkins instead of wet-naps, and minted 'twoof'picks, but my all-time sunday morning favorite restaurant is 'juan in a million'. I only wish I didn't have to drive two hours to partake in the scrambled egg, bacon, and flour tortilla goodness.
on the way I brought up the fact that it was raining and that juan's mostly outdoor seating would not be ideal. wg suggested that we go to sisco's instead. which of course was followed by jokes about routers from the dellionaire, and jokes about thongs from the red headed debonaire. we ended up at 'nuevo leon' instead. so much for adhering to a plan. I was primed to eat, because, aside from a tavern tropiburger, I hadn't consumed anything remotely resembling nutrition in about 6 or 9 hours by the time we were seated. I ordered the 'great texas breakfast' and we were served remarkably quickly. even though I was hungry enough to eat my own foot, I didn't tear through my meal like the love muscle. that guy inhaled his quesadillas like he was going to be chain fellated by the last six or nine playmates of the year when he finished. I guess that means he liked it. oh yeah n-doe picked up my tab, thanks broseph.
with our tanks full of south of the border goodness, we drove back to 6-oh-seven to watch the horns lose to notre dame.
after the game, we got a call from a-rod who had just finished buying her tree, they were also having a decorating slash birthday party at her place that night. we watched some football on TV and I checked my e-mail. being able to check my email makes me far less neurotic when I'm out of town, because, as we've discussed before, I'm completely pathetic.
on the way to the party we stopped at the store to pick up some much needed alcoholic refreshments, and stamps. stamps are always crucial for roadtrips, they fuel our postcards from the road. we got the party and it was badass. I'm not at liberty to say the details for this peculiar party. sufice it to say that the following happened:
- kim brought up an interesting convo centering around 'smelly nipples'
- a-rod king ranch casserole (dr. g's recipe) was 'a number one'
- my fantastic bull when I met this girl named candi.
- bezzy, nathan, a-rod and I double dutching after everyone left.
- multi-tasker shannon playing the trivia game, whilst talking on the cell phone at the same time
- the baby that was there, so cuuuuute.
later dudes,
ross' monkey
