I apologise profusely for lack of updates, I haven't been at a PC that would let me login and Blogger has been playing up. Dates of these entries are bolded at the top, this one is from Februaruy 8th.
I’m now in Fort Collins, Colarado, just outside of Denver and staying with family friend Ben Atchley and family. We’re right up in the mountains, which I haven’t seen anything like since I was eight and went to the snowy mountains around Canberra, except these are far higher. US Airways/ America West flight here from Houston via Phoenix was only marginally better than the United flight to Austin on the 29th of last month. Im sensing the trend that US domestic flights are supposed to suck. Only two more to go.
On Friday Carolyn and I drove into Austin from College Station, via the mall (guess the results), to meet back up with Mandy, then we went out to eat with Mike and Amy, a couple of other friends of ours, and Amy’s two kids. Mike and I, being the only two guys, ended up spending most of the time discussing 24 and sports, while the five girls talked about whatever it is girls talk about. We took the kids to an arcade afterwards and they and Carolyn also did a bit of rock climbing while the rest of us just watched. Later Mike and Amy dropped the kids off at a relative’s place and we met up and a diner for dessert because the club we wanted into was over 21 (stupid country).
Saturday there was a big birthday dinner for Mandy with her family (it was actually her birthday on Sunday, but that being Superbowl, it had to be on Saturday), including Levi who continued to affirm that he thinks I’m generally awesome for some reason. Carolyn and Levi’s four-year-old brother Micha also spent a large amount of time pulling faces at each other. We were considering going to a party with Mike and Amy after, but got lazy and instead spent the night playing cards until 1am.
The place we went to is called Cheddars. If anyone reading this ever goes to Texas, you will find one of these resturants and you will go eat at it. You will the order the baked potato soup because it is the best food in the world. Seriously. This is probably these best thing I have ever eaten in my entire life. Explaining to you just how good it is would probably tear a whole in the universe. Just buy a plane ticket to Austin now and go, it’s so worth it.
Drove back to A&M at some ungodly hour of the morning and watched several straight episodes of the FBI files, napped, took photos from the top level of the library and, of course, watched the Superbowl which the Steelers won (yay underdogs!). I can’t get over the 75 yard dash for a touchdown by one of the defenders, plus both the quaterbacks getting nailed before they could make a play several times, which is, by the way, hilarious every time.
Monday was another early start for Sociology and Philosophy (Nieche is so much better than Plato), then we made a beeline for Houston airport and got there well before my plane left, so I wrote on no less than ten postcards I’d been procrastinating and read week-old NYTs. Then the flight was delayed so I talked to random people. Met up with Ben without a hitch, which is the second hitchless leg in a row. Something is going to go badly wrong at some point to make up for this.
On Tuesday we drove around the mountains looking and scenery, elk, and random little mountain towns with rock shops that I spent over $50 in. Then we went to one of the biggest resturants in the world for dinner in Denver. It’s a Mexican place called “Big White House” in Spanish - Casa Something, and it has a number of distinctly themed areas to eat in, Mexican bands, divers into a pool in the middle, and all you can eat dishes for a little over $10. The food is great but not amazing, but you can’t put a price on the experience - particularly on a Friday or Saturday night, I’m told. Go there, seriously.
When I was 14 I was stupidly running my hand along a wooden log fence at my high school and managed to wedge a splinter of woon underneath my nail, and it needed microsurgery at the doctors to extract it. I did the same thing at the resturant on the wooden counter when I went to pick up my tray. Fortunately it wasn’t quite as bad as in high school, and I was, with great difficulty, able to remove it myself with a pair of tweesers once we got home. Perhaps I should sue the resturant, that’s the done thing in America, right?