four cities, three days, two missed flights, and one hundred dollars.

Hey y'all.  Well, I have successfully returned to purgatory (Missouri) after a weekend down South.  I spent three days in the hospitable state and managed to hit up Houston, Austin, San Antonio, and Galveston.  For those of you who think Texas is just a big chunk of dry land full of slow talking rednecks... you're mistaken.  Texas was wonderful... and this past trip was full of so many memories...

After taking a seventeen-hour nap, one of my closest friends and I set out to rake havoc... we set off to San Antonio to meet friends Saturday, and from there left with a car-full to Austin.  It was "Rodeo Roundup" that weekend which is basically Mardi Gras in Texas.  I think I'll leave a cliffhanger on this one... :)

After crashing at a friends apartment, we headed out bright and early back to Houston for a two-hour power nap before hitting the beach.  People were filling my head all weekend with false images of staff-infected waters and seaweed covered beaches... which was NOT the case.  The beach was just as beautiful as I remember.  I can't even explain the feeling I get when I look out into the water... the water that never ends.  It's simply incredible.  We spent the day barefoot, checking out all the multicolored beach houses with rusty picket fences.  I think I'll put that place on my list of future homes... 

Later that might, we headed to Market Street to peruse the secluded strip with my camera in hand.  So much for that.  All it took was one stubbed toe... and the camera bounced into murky, alligator-infested water.  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.  Talk about a disappointment.  We raided the nearby restaurants and movie theater for contraptions to dig it out and attempt to save the memory card... but had no luck.  As frustrated as I was... I started thinking later that pictures can only say so much.  The memories of that weekend will last until I'm old and grey... and the love I felt with my friends, the ocean, and the sand in my toes is something a picture can never capture. 

So... to answer the question in my previous post... Was this spontaneous, irresponsible, unreasonable trip worth it?  Hell. yes.  There is something said for being adventurous.  You only live once... and I could get used to living like this.

Now it's back to textbooks and Starbucks. 

Farewell Texas... I'll be back.