|It's possible that this isn't strictly local,|
either. I'm not sure.
The Austin airport is just as quirky as the rest of Austin. Of course, you have the same TSA security there as everywhere else, but once you make it past the Argonath, there are dozens of local shops to eat, drink, and otherwise spend money in. Not a McDonald's in sight. The only thing I saw that I recognised as a chain was Auntie Annie's Pretzels. So, I walked through the airport, camera in hand, like a crazed person.
|Sixth Street runs through the airport|
Actually, it was weird returning to this place where we lived for so long, but this time as visitors. It isn't our city any longer, we couldn't go back to our apartment to relax, and people were a lot more excited to see us than normal.
After the rehearsal, Chad went to hang out with the guys, and I went to see our friends Randy & Rebecca (and their children). That was the funnest evening I've had in aaaages-- I never get tired of spending time with them. It helps that we all have a similar sense of humour. So, we kept them (and ourselves!) up crazy-late. Plus, they let me drink from their Cowboys cup, which I'm pretty sure had some part in the Cowboys' loss on Sunday-- kiss of death, you know. I can't stop it.
We got back to our host home after everyone was already asleep, and collapsed into bed. It was worth it.
|I'm just going to write my own |
commentary here: Jesse told a joke.
James didn't get it.