The Last Days

First off, big props to Logan, who turned 26 yesterday. Happy Birthday man!!!

Tuesday will mark the end of my first semester of business school. And I must say, I've really enjoyed it. It's going too fast. Three more semesters and I'll have to pack up and leave Austin again. I'm kind of tired of starting over. I want this to be close to the last time. Anyway, tonight typified by experience:

We've got final exams on Monday and Tuesday, yet tons of people were out tonight. I was always convinced of this, but Texas has the best program around. Top to bottom, classroom to dance floor, its just better here. If you're trying to stay in the south, I can't imagine why you'd think about going somewhere else.

Many of us were at Union Park, this relatively new spot on West 6th. Definitely a more sophisticated crowd, a ton of fun. In typical fashion (and sometimes I really don't know why I do this), I bailed out early to go to the "other end of 6th street." So, I hit up Maggie May's, the Wave (the place is cool, I don't care what anyone says), and Chuggin Monkey before heading back. Saturday night seems so much more lively that Friday. I don't get it.

I also had lunch with the Westlake girl today. It was cool, especially since I hadn't seen her since like 2004. Probably hang with her again tomorrow. Hopefully at least.

Tuesday is gonna be dirrrty. Finals are over and we're pretty much gonna act like partying is going out of style. So if you're up for getting down and really dirty, hit us up. We're gonna be out for a loooong time.

Of course, no blog would be complete without mention of some random shit that happened to me today. Stupid shit happens to me on a daily basis, particularly when I'm drinking around people.

Random thing #1: A lady basically asked me to strip for her. She did this while her husband was standing right next to her. Sorry, not gonna happen.

Random thing #2: This really isn't a specific event. But I want to reiterate the message. If you are a busted chick who hangs out at the Wave or Spill or anywhere on 6th street, STOP TALKING TO ME. NO YOU CAN'T GRAB MY ASS, NO I WON'T TALK TO YOU, NO I WON'T BUY YOU A DRINK. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE....and get your good looking friend over here.

Ok, thats it. Hope y'all had a good Saturday evening.

"it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks"

-Tupac Shakur,"Changes"