Heather wants to know where to get BBQ and see a show in Austin.  I don't know when. Stubbs satisfies both queries, but surely isn't the best BBQ in town.  Having only been to Austin for the festival, I haven't really had a chance to get to know the city. Its like only being in San Francisco for the Mustache Parade, which I'm going to miss this year.    I like Waterloo, Austin's version of Amoeba records, on account of they don't have music sections. The whole store is one big alphabetized category, “Music” I reckon they call it..   Not only does cut down on a lot of bleating by music snobs ("Who puts Dismemberment Plan under Emo!?  It's so definitely Math Rock, This place sucks), it's infinitely more efficient for people like me  ("Who puts Dismemberment Plan under Emo!?  It's so definitely Math Rock, This place sucks!)

But I’ve put all that kind of stuff behind me.  I just made an awesome squash casserole listening to Samba.  I haven't tried it yet (The Casserole). I am going to bring it to a BBQ later today.  I'd tell you that I have been picking out a pair of socks to go with my sandals, but you would think that I was kidding.

I haven't tried the Samba either. I tried looking up the steps online. That availed me nothing. I should have been watching Dancing with the Stars with Dad. I won’t miss it this season, that’s for sure.

So yeah, that’s me now.  I go to bars still, but mostly because I am looking forward to the following conversation, with a girl at a bar: It will start normal, but then she’ll ask me what I do.  I’ll nonchalantly tell her that I am unemployed, and then I’ll change the subject like its no big deal. Shortly after she’ll ask me where I live, and I’ll say Marietta,  with my parents. And again, continue the conversation…        Maybe later I will tell her I drive a Camero.