Austin is like a little piece of California hidden in the middle of Texas.

I went because of three reasons. One, my friend Meyassa invited me to come down. Two, internet jerk jim_steele was going to be in town for that weekend only. Three, I was bored and needed a vacation.

And by vacation, I mean I needed to get drunk in a bar.

Night One

The drive, as per usual, sucked. The only interesting thing was taking I-35 from a direction I hadn't taken it before, and having to change lanes in dead stopped traffic was rather interesting. Also, there was this sign:

Then we went to some girl's apartment, drank, and watched Chapelle's Show. I think I may have given one of the girls the wrong idea about Russian girls, but I still maintain that an American guy immersed in Russia could get laid without having to take his pants all the way off. And from what I've read in the news, he could probably get AIDS without going that far.

Tomorrow, it'll be off to the bars, and meeting jim_steele. My girlfriend is still worried about him kidnapping me and raping me in some dark alley, but I'm pretty sure that he's had major surgery at some point, which probably means I can run a little faster than him. As long as I make sure he doesn't slip a roofie into my drink, I might be relatively safe.

Night Two

jim_steele really exists. He is indeed a red-haired bastard, and he did not, as Lindsay suspected, anally violate me. I rather respected him for that.

He convinced me to hop into a mosh pit, and moshed with me. Pretty awesome, actually, I think I'll do it more often. That and drinking in bars. Expensive, yes, but it makes me feel like a man, damnit. Whatever. Richard left eventually, so I went and got some sushi, then chugged a few shots before the bars closed down.

It seems wrong for places to close down at 2. Especially places that pour booze into me.

Anyway, a more substantial update may follow tomorrow night, when I get home.

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