Austin Weekend

Welp… I guess the Longhorns officially suck less. While they were busy winning on Saturday, I, on the other hand, was busy making poor life decisions that would render me somewhat useless until this morning. Thank God for espresso and Adderall. (And other things right now, but really, coffee + amphetamine salts= my answer to save the world today).

I’ll give you a recap of my poor life decisions, most of which involve copious amounts of cheese and margaritas, followed by a bit more cheese and Michelob ultras. I got to Austin on Thursday and was flying solo for the night. What I really wanted to do was put on my robe and order Fleming’s to my room–a nice little filet and cab for one, but somehow I still had some dignity at that point. So I decided to go the take out route…chips and queso from CVS and the nicest wine available from the Hampton Inn convenience store… it was an all around fail and I just woke up HANGRY the next day.

Dinner Fail. So ashamed…

The next day I woke up, ready to conquer downtown Austin shopping and restaurants, only to find that there was a small monsoon happening in Austin. I figured I am basically waterproof, so I braved the rain. Fail #2. Tried walking home with a to go salad from Leaf. Fell 3 times. My salad was in some sort of biodegradable paper box with no bag, so it was going to suck in the first place, but sucked even more after it got rained on. Austin needs to chill with their tree hugging hippie sh*t. It’s annoying, and no, I don’t want paper, I want plastic.

Awful salad.

Wet rat. Defeated. Only thing I had left at this point is that bottle of Zantac on the counter.

Friday night was much better. We went to Parkside and it was delish. Started with Sav B and oysters and then went the light route for dinner. A nice ribeye with grilled onions and some other delicious accompaniments that didn’t matter at the time. Their French fries rocked and we left drunk and happy.

Delish Steak.

Crawford’s Lamb Chops

Saturday was a general day of debauchery. Starting a day at Doc’s with two bad influences (No, I do not want a floater in my marg, it’s 11:30) was a wise choice of course. Had already eaten Cisco’s–see images below, but won’t pass up a fried pickle. They aren’t the best at Doc’s–mainly because I wasn’t willing to wait for them to cool, and burned the sh*t out of my mouth. Well, I’m officially bored with myself, and my coffee got cold, so I’ll just post the rest of the pics and make you jealous.