It’s been some grizzly, drizzly weather in Texas. We were told it rains in Austin maybe three weeks a year, and we were lucky enough to dodge customary 85 degree warmth and sunshine, and visit during a Bostonian 46 degree rainy weekend. It’s enough to make a fella homesick.
Yesterday morning, we started out with a traditional Waffle House breakfast. Our waiter had “prison eyes” (Shawn’s words), and he kept doing weird things like insisting we get lots of toppings on our hash browns, and then telling us we might be sick later. Then he made fun of us for racking up such a hefty bill. Either way, it was delicious.
Then we embarked on our relatively short six-hour trip to Austin, which passed without incident.
Upon our arrival, we met up with awesome high school friend Cori and her excellent boyfriend Daniel. We went out for tasty Mexican food here:
From there, we moseyed over to the open mic at the Velveeta Room. The lighting and decor of the room are really funky and vibrant, and the comics were very friendly. Lots of good ones. We met up with Albert Im, who we will work with a few more times this weekend. By the end of the show when we went on, the crowd was on the dwindle, so I had to whip them back into shape, and then Shawn ripped his set.
On the way out, there was live music playing in almost every bar, and not just Journey cover bands as one source had led us to believe. And if there is a place to do laundry, then it is truly the greatest city in the world.
Talk to you soon, Blog!