My wife's a lawyer and it was her associate's birthday (Get Gladish) and he wanted everyone to go to San Antonio for a couple of days to celebrate so I went along and of course partied like a rock star.
Which was pretty easy in that we went to San Antonio by accident during Fiesta Week. It's the south Texas version of Mardi Gras without all the prostitutes hanging around and gay guys kissing in the streets. But just as much alcohol and even more color to the costumes and a way bigger parade.
A family-friendly version of Mardi Gras, one you could take your kids to, especially if they speak Spanish. We took a late flight back from San Antonio on Sunday night (using miles, of course) and by Tuesday afternoon I'm finally getting my sea legs back. The coolest thing about San Antonio is by far the Riverwalk. I can't really explain how founding fathers could think of this underground labyrinth of shops and bars along a tiny river amidst really tall buildings and big trees. You've got to visit it to understand it... or you could click on the link above and look at the pictures I took and you'll gain an understanding that way.
... So yesterday was Monday and I thought I had allergies again. No energy, a little achy. It's that time of year. But truth be told I must have had a bit of a hangover still growling around and that always makes you want to eat greasy pizza and watch Adam Sandler movies. I stumbled through a four-hour show yesterday and remember very little of it. Today I did a four-hour radio show that included:
(That is, of course, a rhetorical question. Many of us remember the feelings of complete confusion and loneliness and shame for some reason or another and we would never want to go back to 10th grade. We made it through high school and that's good enough. Not everybody does.)