Monday, April 04, 2005

Remember...

Remember...

Just got back from San Antonio for my annual guy's weekend. I believe the Alamo is as much "culture" as Texas offers, but we spent most of our time at the many fine Tex-Mex restaurants, bars, cantinas, etc. This is the closest half of us got to seeing the Alamo (drive-by tourism). The other half didn't even make it this far. And we stayed within walking distance of the place. Even though I enjoyed myself for the three days, there is no way I could ever live in Texas. Ever. Seriously, never. We were at a piano bar on Saturday and they started playing Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American". Some guy climbed on top of the pianos and held up an American flag and another guy shined a huge flashlight on it. This continued on through "God Bless America" and "The Star Spangled Banner". I'm fine with patriotism, but I don't necessarily think it needs to be a part of my Saturday night entertainment. Actually that describes Texas pretty well: blind patriotism and liquor.

Friday, April 01, 2005

San Antonio

Jeffy in a poncho. It gets cold in Texas.