My three-day weekend was spent in Austin where I lived with Rick for three days. Overall it went pretty well, though one sad and disturbing thing did happen. For the fourth, Rick, myself, and some friends went to Pace Bend Park outside of Austin where there's lots of campground space, a lake, and a 30-foot cliff to jump off of. Everyone said they'd make the jump at least once, but I was feeling ballsy so I not only jumped first, I jumped three times. The bad news is this: someone died jumping off that cliff the day after my friends and I were there. Here's a link from News 8 Austin.

Otherwise, the weekend was pretty relaxing. It started out Thursday evening when Russell introduced me to a great Mexican taqueria a minute from where we live. I went home and passed out for three hours, debated on whether or not to drive to Austin that night or the next morning, and decided I would be in Austin by midnight that night. I left the house at 10:40 and was at Rick's door at 12:00. Cruising up I-35 at 75 with the sunroof open and the windows down was a great way to start my Austin weekend.

On Friday, I got sunburned like a mofo and struggled to wear shirts for two days, but it was well worth it. I spent a lot of time at the Draughthouse too; i think i went three times (hmm, 3's again). On the first trip they were running a 'buy the beer, keep the glass' special for Murphy's Stout. The glass is sweet. I met up with Brian C. who's been in New Zealand and Australia for, like, ever. We played darts and discussed the essentials.

Friday night was Jenga/Taboo night- drinking was involved and spirits were running high (so were competitive natures). Saturday was lazy. I'm not sure what we did. I went to 6th Street Saturday night and met up with Brian M. and some friends. I have to say that after a few months of being a non-student, I'm not used to the bar-scene. Too crowded, too loud, too expensive. But i met some cool people and had some entertaining music conversation.

Sunday... uh, I had a huge breakfast (Juan in a Million) and chilled at Dan's place for a good long while. For some reason we had a pull-up competition. All I remember is Dan pointed at the pull-up bar and said, "Your turn". I got to see Orly and Thomas again which was also nice.

If you've read this far you deserve a trophy or something. Weekend updates are never terribly interesting. As a reward, keep a lookout for two spiffy upcoming posts: the uselessness of song lyrics and REM's Out of Time (articles not related).