Well, I'm back on my native soil. I was so beat last night, I didn't get a chance to update or make any comments. I was hoping to entertain with shitkickin' stories of the South, but I went through Austin like a tornado. Unfortunately, though I get to travel to all these cool locations worldwide, most of what I see is airport>taxi>hotel>office building>taxi>airport. I'm a winer and diner, so at least I get to eat well.
The first night, my co-workers and I flew in and decided to just go to whatever was within walking distance of the hotel...a TGI Fridays.
It wasn't all that bad...they had Stella Artois on tap and BIG glasses. 
The second night, we went to a Tex Mex margarita bar where I got totally bombed before food even hit the table. The margaritas were so damn good and they just kept on comin'. They had these awesome paper-thin tortilla chips and queso as well. I ended up with a ancho-rub pork loin and bacon mashed potatoes. Margarita pie for dessert. mmmmmm...
The third night sucked ass...we decided to stop in San Diego for an impromptu meeting on our way back to SF. The hotel was in BumFucked, Egypt so by the time I got there, everything was closed. There was no room service for food and the TV was broken...I just went to bed. The next morning, I attacked their complimentary breakfast like a rabid animal.
Several hours later, I was back on a plane to SFO. Of course, I got some asshole cabbie that complained the whole way that he waited in line so long and got such a short trip...I told him to just shut the fuck up and drive. I usually don't like telling people off, but I was sick of his whiney bullshit...especially right after getting off a plane. At the end, I tipped him anyway.
I'm looking forward to this weekend actually. I get to catch up on some work...do a bit of shopping...spend some time relaxing. A buddy of mine just called...seems like he wants to go bar-crawling tonight. Sometimes I feel I'm getting too old for it, but I'm not gonna meet the love of my life sitting on my ass at home.
The first night, my co-workers and I flew in and decided to just go to whatever was within walking distance of the hotel...a TGI Fridays.
It wasn't all that bad...they had Stella Artois on tap and BIG glasses.
The second night, we went to a Tex Mex margarita bar where I got totally bombed before food even hit the table. The margaritas were so damn good and they just kept on comin'. They had these awesome paper-thin tortilla chips and queso as well. I ended up with a ancho-rub pork loin and bacon mashed potatoes. Margarita pie for dessert. mmmmmm...
The third night sucked ass...we decided to stop in San Diego for an impromptu meeting on our way back to SF. The hotel was in BumFucked, Egypt so by the time I got there, everything was closed. There was no room service for food and the TV was broken...I just went to bed. The next morning, I attacked their complimentary breakfast like a rabid animal.
Several hours later, I was back on a plane to SFO. Of course, I got some asshole cabbie that complained the whole way that he waited in line so long and got such a short trip...I told him to just shut the fuck up and drive. I usually don't like telling people off, but I was sick of his whiney bullshit...especially right after getting off a plane. At the end, I tipped him anyway.
I'm looking forward to this weekend actually. I get to catch up on some work...do a bit of shopping...spend some time relaxing. A buddy of mine just called...seems like he wants to go bar-crawling tonight. Sometimes I feel I'm getting too old for it, but I'm not gonna meet the love of my life sitting on my ass at home.
salome:
I envy your itinerary. I've never been to Texas, I used to live in San Diego, and I'm from the Bay Area. I want to go traveling again!