Texas.

So I've been in Texas since Wednesday. The basic schedule was this:

Wednesday: Fly into Austin by noon. Check into a hotel, then walk around exploring the SOCO area. Found ye olde-timey candy store, a cupcake trailer called Hey Cupcake! and a good place to eat dinner. So a success.


The sun shines bright in Austin.


I'm smugly satisfied with the tropical foliage.


hey, cupcake!


Lindsay eating candy? Go figure!


Austin nighttime.

Thursday: Explore the Downtown area of Austin until around 5 pm. Stop to nap on the lawn of the Capital. Get picked up by Lindsay's mom, and head to her parents huge house out in the middle of Hill Country. Get settled in, then drive more than 45 minutes to find a much-hyped restaurant that turns out to be Macaroni Grill.


Austin's Capital (the lawn)


Look, a squirrel with some Mexican candy! Who gave him that?


Happy to be in Texas.


Fell asleep shortly after...


Vietnamese food + Texas Capital = Lindsay.


I have nothing to say about this picture.


We snuck into the Hitlon to sit down and rest while we were adventuring in Austin...


We were unimpressed by the magazine selection.


A cat!


Mystic geometric symbolism.


Yehaw.


Like looking into a mirror.


Very studious.


Cowboy up.

Friday: Take a run through Hill Country with Lindsay's brother following on bike. Head out to Guadeloupe State Park to explore, and then to Cannon Falls. Get sick from driving through the hills in a sports car. Get home and help prepare for a giant party all night.


That water is gross!


Skippin' Stones.


Standing. ...yup.


Me and Lindsay's bro, looking for the Ladies.


Get out of those raging rapids!


I think we're supposed to be looking tough, or maybe exploring triumphantly.


Sexy time.

Saturday: Party day. Plan to take a morning trip to the Alamo for some reason, but don't, unsurprisingly. Take another run (alone this time) through Hill Country, and then work all day preparing for the party. Party starts at 5, ends at 11:30 or so. Go to bed exhausted.


Making cupcakes is a happy time.


Party time. Get on your bike.


Family time.


A camera in a photo? Meta.


This photo should be an advertisement for the good life.


Family time squared.


The cupcakes come out at night.


Too much cupcake for one dude.

Sunday: Head to Mission San Jose in San Antonio, an ancient, historic church. It was cool, except we had to stay for the actual Church thing... We downtown to see the River Walk (kinda lame) and the Alamo (also kinda lame, due to the fact that it was in downtown San Antonio, practically right across from the Hard Rock Cafe.) Drive an hour back to the house, switch cars and drive another 1 1/2 hours back to Austin. It's just Lindsay and I again. We go to a Japanese restaurant (where they had bubble tea), and work a little in the lobby.


Mission San Jose.


Lindsay and her grandpa.


Hey you dumb birds! That's my taco!


Lindsay and her bros.


Remember the Alamo! Remember? I was there, remember?


Oh, now I remember the Alamo!

Monday: Go to the airport too fucking early in the morning. Have a crappy flight back and arrive safely in Minneapolis. Hooray!

I should also note I was kind of sick the entire trip. Not terribly so, but just enough to make any time spent away from a bed / bathroom uncomfortable and annoying.


Cupcakes make everything better.