The Sex He Slipped Into My Coffee, The Way He Felt When He First Saw Me

Well I'm back in Indiana. Made it home safely. Texas was beautiful.

* Flew to San Antonio out of Louisville. Had a layover in Cincinnatti.
* Went to Gruene, Tx for dinner.
* Went to Austin for a couple days. Went "ridin' the river", this is a phrase used when floating on the Blanco River in San Marcos, Tx. We (me and 2 other girls that I met during my trip) floated in intertubes along a really long river. Took 4 hours. But it was okay because one of the girls, Crystal, brought a big thermos full of grapefruit juice and vodka. Yeah you're right, it is good. So needless to say, I could barely walk to the car when Todd picked us up. I think this is when I emailed you Stace. :)
* Crystal took me to downtown Austin while the boys were at work. Very neat place. A lot of stuff to do. She forced me to take pictures of "very important and widely known" places that I had never heard of. Learned some new lingo...a ho, whether male or female is called a dirty leg. Getting drunk is referred to as being twisted. Heard more country than I ever cared to in my entire life span.
*Drove back to San Antonio. Hung out around the hotel. It was really nice, we had a full kitchen. So I could pretend to cook. While Todd was working, I did laundry and dishes, laid out by the pool, watched Spanish Soap Operas, and walked around the area only to find two strip clubs rather than a mall.
*Next day, I took a cab to an enormous mall while Todd was working. My first cab ride ever. And it was actually very pleasant. First thing I did when I got into the mall...went into an Oakley store. I broke my sunglasses when I first got to Texas, so I thought I would look around. I think I blacked-out, because all I remember is leaving the store with a pair of $200 sunglasses. Which I ended up taking back a couple hours later when I realized that I have no business owning $ 200 sunglasses when I break and/or lose a pair every minute. This mall was probably 10 times the size of the one here. It had a coach store, a steve madden store, bebe, guess, banana republic, well that's all I can remember. I know Liz, your malls are better. Went crazy in the J Crew store.
* Saw the Alamo. Enough Said.
* Got to ride around in a hummer the whole time. I want one.
* Went to the Riverwalk. Apparently this is the place to be. It's a bunch of restaurants and bars and shops. Instead of a street in the middle, there is a river and you can ride a gondola down it. First off, we went to a Mexican restaurant. Todd's co-worker (whose name is also Todd) told the mariachi band it was my 21st birthday. So they sang to me and I got my picture taken with them. Then I got a 60 ounce margarita, which rocked my world. I got to keep the glass. My dad when I put it in the sink this morning, "Oh hell Ashleigh, what did you do?" Went to an Irish Pub, with an Irish guy playing the piano and singing and talking shit to everyone. He called Todd Polish when he accidentally clapped in the wrong spot of the song, then he called him a Jew when he jokingly asked for change when he tipped him. Then told a bunch of non-PC jokes. What do you call a 350 lb Wisconsin woman? Anorexic. I wish I could remember more. Then went to a bar called Dick's, where it is their job to be as rude as possible. The bartender was cussing at us and we fought back and threw shit and took money out of his tip jar, and other Todd got behind the bar and juggled liquor bottles. Had a killer time. Then went to a dance club and tore it up. Went back to the hotel and hung out. Accidentally broke the screen out of the window, which fell four stories to the ground as a guy was walking by.
* Then the next day I went home. Todd took me to the airport. Really sucked. I tried to drag the week along as slow as possible, but it still managed to slip by really fucking fast. I had an excellent time with an excellent person that I will never forget. I had little cartoon hearts floating around my head the whole time. It's unbelievable how you can actually be in the right place at the right time and how someone can make you feel so happy. I haven't been this happy in years. mmmwwwwaaaah.
*So wondered around the airport and bought Alex and I matching "Don't Mess with Texas" t-shirts. One of the baggage claim workers looked straight up like Martin Lawrence. Had a layover in ATL. What a fucking crazy airport. I had to take trams and shuttles and shit to get to my terminal. This is when I text-messaged you Liz. And by the way, you're an ungrateful remorseless bitch.
*Got back to Louisville late Thursday night. My mother and her friends picked me up. She brought me a couple Ear Ecstasy stickers. And didn't make me pay for gas. Then we went to Joe's Crab Shack and begged them to let us in even though they were closing. Then my mother stole their salt and pepper shakers right after the server was bitching about people always stealing them. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?
*Now I'm home, well I have been for 27 hours. And I hate it. It's like 30 degrees here. It was in the 80's there. I was reallly confused when I woke up this morning. Damnit. No definite sightings of Leatherface, though I did think one guy looked dangerously similar. Got a lot of solo-airport experience for when I come visit you guys in Cali this summer.
* Well my computer is making grunting noises so I guess I should go before it overheats and blows up.