Last weekend I went to Austin. This text conversation with a friend pretty much sums up the entire trip.
“Getting Drunk in an airport bar is far more exciting in Texas. Everything really is bigger here. This includes the arm hair on the man sitting next to me. Seriously, I just had to ask him to remove his arm hair from my wine. It’s like they don’t even have Groupons for electrolysis here.”
“Sarah, what the hell are you doing in Texas?”
“I wanted a new pair of cowboy boots.”
“Did you find some?”
I also found tacos and a ring made from a bullet, so the trip was fantastic.”
“Awesome! And good luck on that whole arm hair situation.”