Fact: Messing with Texas would be such a waste of time. |
After spending a day being told I don't know how to think by a Houstonite, Kelsey and I caught a Houston Astros game (they actually charge admission to those) and then drove to San Antonio with Ian. Kelsey and I were stayed at the Riverwalk that night. Evidently the Riverwalk is famous. I had never heard of it. Here is what it is: It's basically a mall with a river that winds through the middle of it. It's outdoors. Texas is hot. It's a very uncomfortable mall to shop in. Like all of Texas, people drink heavily to ignore the heat. This makes it a dangerous, drunken hot mall. Or something like that. Kelsey and I sweated through the Riverwalk during the day. At one point I ate the best hot dog of my life...
(INTERMISSION: About six months ago Ian called me and told me he just had the best hot dog of his life. It was a Hebrew National (re: kosher) hot dog, wrapped in bacon, covered in onions, with a dab of mustard. Since any kosher food is better wrapped in meat, I tried the hot dog in Ian's honor. He wasn't kidding. It might have ruined my Hasidity for the day, but damn was it good.)
...in tribute to Ian. Then some other stuff happened. Then! THEN! THEN we went to a real-life country honky tonk bar where the number one Texas Country musician was playing that night. Texas has its own brand of country music and its own music charts. They aren't gonna listen to none of that Shania crap...their country music needs balls. This is your true blue "lost my tractor and my dog and my wife to my brother" style of song. People two-stepped to it. Don't tell anyone from Texas to dance with more than two-steps. That would confuse the bejesus out of them.
Ian gave me this shirt and hat to wear. Everyone there thought I was so from Texas. |
Wait, you say? Who would get Mexican food at 2:30am? Evidently a lot of people. The restaurant was very full. Granted, most of these people had their small children and babies with them. That's just good parenting.
Do you ever have those times where you wish you weren't or you are happy you aren't drunk? That's how I felt when I went to El Perkinso. I hadn't been drinking, and I'm very glad because I think I would have thought I died and gone to a tackily painted heaven.
Would you like anything to drink? Jesus should be right with you. |
In heaven, you can eat all the burritos you want. |
Night three in Texas was the best night in Texas. It's not often you get to attend a concert in a bar that looks and feels like Urban Cowboy (minus the Travolta), eat a nice family dinner with a bunch of other families at 2:00am, and then go home and want to die.
It should be noted that we went to El Perkinso for breakfast a mere six hours later. A homeless guy that had been sleeping on the bench outside the restaurant was now playing (poorly) a guitar. It was as if we'd traveled through time kind of.
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