Austin City Limits

While sitting here jamming to Outkast, while watching everyone play some FIFA vids, I’d figure I would throw a quick something something on the blog to get my feet wet.
I have never seen people get more excited/motivated for food than my man Yum Yum Watch Yo Snacks, Matty G, and BOA for Boston Market. The realization became obvious; if my friends are as motivated in other aspects of their lives as they are to achieve the rare perfect mass produced home cooked meal, I have no doubt they will live long, successful, and prosperous lives. All it took to go from wild frustration to absolute serenity were about a 40 mile detour, two fake out locations, and terrible traffic to finally end the search for the pearl in a bed of rotten oysters. I did not understand the importance of this odyssey until the Beau announced after a full meal and two belt notches, that he had yet to be satisfied and indeed was going back for seconds. I have no doubt in my mind, somewhere between the 1st and 3rd serving of mac and cheese, he had reached a state of complete Nirvana.
Thanks to the sporadic advice from a University of Texas security guard, we found a spot on a lake in the hill country, outside Austin, to get our first legitimate “chill” session. The first time everyone got to sit back and take in some perspective of the rare situation all of us are experiencing. No doubt the first of many, especially since we have decided to skip San Antonio and go straight to the deserts of New Mexico. It was a good first step to thinking about the who, what, when, where, why’s, and hows of our lives. Everyone on their own individual journey, yet connected through the same experiences. Heavy? A little bit. Necessary? Absolutely.
After a much needed rest last night, tonight we get back in the game and head to 6th street for some serious live jams. I plan to test the boundaries of the self proclaimed, “ Live Music Capital of the US.”
For the record: There is no way in hell my car would have even made it this far.