Air You Can Drink

A wave of air engulfed me as I stepped off of the 757 into slightly conditioned air of Austin's Bergstrom International Airport. A single ironic thought meanders through my noggin, "It's good to be home."

It's been three months since I moved to Austin yet this is the first time that I have actually been in the city. But home is where the humidity is: Baton Rouge, Ft. Walton Beach, Houston and now Austin.

It is very refreshing to watch the coffee shop patrons parade past drenched in sweat. It is difficult to determine which have produced their perspiration from running across town or running across the parking lot.

My project in The OC is nearing conclusion. I could not be happier. Hopefully I will get to spend a decent amount of time transforming Austin from a party destination into a home town.


Cannonball! Cannonball Comin'!

I finally figured out why parents tell you not to run on the pool deck. You may trip on the six inch tall American flag that you can't see sticking out of the ground because your beer goggles are too thick.

I spent the Fourth of July weekend at Speer Country Club in Katy, TX after my plans in Huntington Beach unraveled at the last minute. SCC features crazy people, flippy cup and turbo coladas. All you really need to know is that I'm the intern and there is a paramedic on staff.

Had I known about the festivities getting down at the SCC, Huntington Beach would have never inched into the picture. On the other hand, had I known about the cannonball heading in my direction I would have likely retreated to Bartlesville, OK.

Suffice it to say that I will not be transforming myself from a turbo colada sipping chaise lounger into a cannonball any time soon just to see my buddy's fiancee's boobs.

Wait a minute. Who am I kidding?

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