Sunny Day Real Estate.

What a hell of a weekend!!

Friday night was amazing with an amazing beautiful lady. Saturday it was off to Austin. My best friend for 37(???) years of my life picked me up. We had lost contact with each other due to life and BS. It was like no time had passed. Off to Austin we go!!!

Most road trips with us is high volume music. Not this time. We chatted the entire way. it was great to catch up. The trip went quickly. That’s what happens when you are having fun. Why can’t the bad bits of life not leave you quickly?

Once in Austin and at my brother we geared up for what was to be an epic concert. Two nada that we had all grown up with for 27 years. Sunny Day Real Estate & The Appleseed Cast.

Oh Austin! What a town. I hate it. I love it. I don’t know what it even is anymore. It was a place I wanted to visit. The place was a destination for good food and great music. I’d travel hours to consume both. Now…. What had the town become.

It’s changed so much. The Austin I enjoyed is almost gone. Eastern away buy “we won’t say who”. I do not recognize or like what I now see. As I write this I paused and thought to myself how much I hate what it’s become. A steaming pile of shit surrounded by flies waiting for a foot to fall upon.

The week of work I was an uncaged bird finally spreading its wing for the first time in forever. I was free to get out and about on the campus. Finally. Stuck in the office was a fucking living hell. I had almost broken. Had enough. I saw so many faces I had missed. Had so many conversations. Some people had no idea what happened to me. Thought I had left. It was great catching up.

It tried to rain on Thursday but we just really had wind and dirt. It was exciting nonetheless. Saw some lightning. The days most anxiety was dinner. I was cooking for a family. It was a lot of fun but DAMN I’ve gory the single man meals down. I hope they liked it. I had a great evening.

I don’t like getting old cause it feels like losing control.

Friday was a day. Woke up to at 3am to the sound of glass hitting the floor only to find my damn dog Owen had gotten on the table to eat the brownies Yvette left. He killed the container. The day at work progressed about as fast as it take an old man to pass a bowel movement. The last 30 min at work was spent going round and round and on hold with insurance.( I gave up and hung up). I get home to find my mail, and Anthony Bourdain book, destroyed by the same dog. Also, my dinner date was pushed back. That I completely understand. She had family things. She made it over later so all was well. It was a nice night. What an end to the week. Sheesh….