Drink Till it's Not Sticky

While in Austin, Texas last weekend for my cousin's wedding (who is exactly one day older than me) we had the best BBQ in the world ever. The table we were at was all sticky, and my aunt decided this was just because we hadn't had enough beer. Thus, drink till it's not sticky!

People bring coolers and tailgate during the hour-long wait outside the delicious smelling restaurant (saltlickbbq.com). It's in the middle of nowhere, byob, and all family style, all-you-can-eat meat. I must say, I loved Texas. Hence the second catch phrase of the weekend: Everyone should get married in Texas. I believe I was biting into a foot-long rib as I said this. Nice.

Austin is awesome and unreal, in that you would never believe you were in Texas. Except for all the tumbleweeds (just kidding). I was shocked that there was no desert where we were, no ten gallon hats, no spurs, not even tumbleweeds, wtf??

Austin is actually a liberal city, their motto being: keep austin weird (www.keepaustinweird.com). This may be misleading though, as my cousin spent some time there canvassing for the Kerry campaign, and to put it lightly, he was not well received.

Two days at home, then tomorrow I'm off to Neringa in Vermont to roll up those sleeves and sqeeze out a little elbow grease cleaning up the place for all the little guys coming for the summer.......cheers to lithuanians, paint fumes, manual labor and bonfires