It was an eventful yet uneventful weekend. Friday night we went out for Mexican. We intended to go to our usual place, Matt’s for margaritas and enchiladas but it was packed and there was no getting to the bar, where we’ve eaten many times before. We didn’t want to wait an hour for dinner, so we decided to try one of the many Taquerias by our house. Taquerias don’t sell alcohol, it’s usually BYOB. But that was ok, we were really just hungry. It was good and really cheap, the way it should be. If only they were open past nine pm. There’s one open until 1am on the weekends that is down the street from us, but it’s not nearly as good. Still, when it’s late, you’re half drunk, and hungry, it does the trick. Nothing like a combo of breakfast and regular tacos in the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday I ran some errands and went Christmas looking. I didn’t buy anything because it was crazy and I couldn’t find anything I wanted. People suck extra during Christmas shopping season. The crazies were out driving, if you could call it driving, and people were just rude in the stores. (The salespeople weren’t but everyone else was. The salespeople were amazingly in good moods. For now.)
Then, when the boy got home, we got on the road to his parents house. We had stuff to get out of storage and we were going to go to a concert. It was Robert Earl Keen’s Christmas Show at Flores Country Store. It’s an annual thing and it always sells out. Lots of beer, fun, and rednecks. A helluva good time. We saw him twice before this year, and I have to say that Saturday’s show was so much better than the other two. He was in a way better mood and he played a better set list. Everybody was singing along and having fun. The coozies were out in full force (everyone seems to have one on hand at all times for a beer emergency I guess.). We had a great time.
We stopped at a diner on the way home for breakfast, it being 1am and all. Drunken eggs and potatoes, yum. We had intended to leave early-ish on Sunday, as we had to get home to give a neighbor’s cat his medicine, but we didn’t. We left around 1:30 or so. It was rainy and cold, so we didn’t get to take everything from storage that we wanted to. But the cat was just fine and was more pissed off that we disturbed his nap than anything. (He has a thing where his jaw swells and hurts but he was just fine and was meowing like crazy.)
We just sat around and watched football for the rest of the day. I made some chili for dinner and that was about it. A pretty good weekend in all.
Monday, December 11, 2006
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Yeah, he rocks. We've seen him at Gruene Hall and oddly, at a Uof Texas pep rally, especially since he's an Aggie.
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