fuck texas
kari invited me to see this folk/rock singer named patrice something-or-other at the soiled dove last night. she rocked the fucking casbah. and as i sat there listening with kari and cindy and amy and rich and pete and marit and rose and everybody, i thought to myself (or maybe beer #4 thought to myself), "well, if something this good can come from austin, texas, maybe i could bear to live in houston for a few years if i could escape to austin on the weekends."