Well due to many unforeseen circumstances (law school exams, family, travel, tornados) I am just now getting to the point where I can tell you all about my adventures.
First, I must share with you a story that explains the stories you are about to read.
This spring I made my sometimes annual pilgrimage to Las Vegas. It is a nice little town where loud people like me can find some acceptance, dare I say quiet. Well, anyway, I was resting poolside with some college friends of mine (I will try to keep names out of this unless I receive express permission first). One friend brought up my little trip to Austin. "So, you are going to Austin?" It was really more of a statement, but ended with inflection at the end of the sentence, so I am calling it a question. "Yes I am." I replied. "Why?" she asked. "Well I am either going to have a wildly successful career as a songwriter, or I am going to rise to mid-management in a marketing firm." This, of course is a rough approximation of the conversation up to this point. However, what I said next I remember clearly and it remains true, "I think I am kind of like Don Quixote, I am alway out chasing windmills." Another friend chimed in at this point and said, "Yes, you are very quixotic, it is kind of endearing."
And it is true and this upcoming adventure is no different. Poorly investigated, ill-planned, no schedule to speak of. Part dream, part intuition, part pure unadulterated stupidity.
Enjoy!
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