Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Of Mice and Men

Day 3: San Antonio and....Austin?

I had intended to stay in San Antonio with a buddy of mine for the evening, but unfortunately he had just gotten back from a trip and the little feller was all tuckered out. Thankfully, I was able to convince Fabian and Erin to allow me to stay at their place for one more day.

I made my way down to San Antonio to await meeting up with my friends Matt and Amanda. Schedule conflicts kept us from meeting until around lunchtime. Until then, I hung around downtown San Antonio and I took a picture of The Alamo. You know why? Because the only reason The Alamo exists is for you to take a picture of it. Its there so you can visit it, and photograph it, and tell everyone that you saw it and took a picture of it. And then that's that. The Alamo has no more impact over your life. It's a tiny, unremarkable building surrounded by a Ripley's Believe-It-Or-Not and a Louis Toussaud's Wax Museum. So, I took a picture of the damn Alamo for the same reason that you eat candy corn every Halloween. And I'm not posting it. Because we all know what it looks like. I hate The Alamo. So let's be done with it and never speak of it again.

It was a quiet afternoon, which may have been a blessing after the slew of activity in New Braunfels. I got to catch up with some old friends, play with Matt's dogs, and take a back-road route back to Austin (my roadtrip companion, a GPS I've nicknamed "Genevieve" might be trying to kill me, but that's a story for another day). Unfortunately, although I was supposed to make it to Dallas that night, various schedule conflicts kept me in Austin for the evening. Again, this was blessing in disguise as it gave me the opportunity to grab one last dinner at one of my favorite Austin restaurants, Uncle Billy's Brew-n-Que, with my buddy Jeff and his family. They had a parting gift of some "sneak preview" beer for me. I haven't had a chance to crack 'er open yet, but I'm looking forward to it.

So, if you're keeping score at home, I left this town forever two days ago. As I write these words, I'm exactly four miles away from my old apartment. At this rate I'll make it back home by 3614. See you then!


  1. As a 7th generation Texan and a Daughter of the Republic of Texas I am offended and appalled at your statements regarding The Alamo. The words, "Remember the Alamo", were first spoken by my great, great, great uncle Sidney Sherman. In addition, I lost several family members during the battle.

    I know you may think it's some stupid little run-down building that only exists so you can photograph it but I promise you to a native Texan it is much, much more than that.

    Good day sir.

  2. As a 0th generation Texan I agree with you Brian and could care less about the alamo, but am too disinterested to do so.