lightning

A little inebriated at the moment but let's give this a shot, shall we? (I have become a lightweight) Leah's brothers drove up from Austin and we went to Yucatan for barbacoa tacos. I had a frozen screwdriver that was basically just vodka and a wee bit of concentrated frozen OJ, like the kind moms use when you are little and you get to stir the clumps away with a slotted spoon and this is like the hugest most welcomed responsibility ever. After that we drove around town and came back home to have some beers and shoot the ubiquitous shit. Liz met us at our place and we all sat around and, played guitars, joked about med school and eBay, etc etc. Sadly, Leah's Bro and Bro needed to depart (they drove 3 hours each way just to hang for the afternoon) back to Austin, so Leah, Liz and myself went over to Magnolia Motor Lounge where I drank a ginormous (really spell checker, you are not flagging this word--this is accepted? fuck, i was trying to be ironic here in my mild drunkenness) Pabst and ate a chicken fried steak burger with chicken fried bacon. Yes, you read that correctly, my burger consisted of two items which were both fried, chicken style (but were neither chicken). Liz had touted this place as worthy before and now it is deserving of its heart-stopping, artery-clogging praise. As we were leaving, we sat/stood around watching the storm front moving in, the sheet lightning blanketing the clouds with an electrified illumination. Paradoxically, a stormy ending to the most relaxing weekend. Or, maybe, it wasn't paradoxical at all, maybe this lightning was indeed the perfect accompaniment to the weekend, bright and completely lacking in aggression. Purely tranquil in its shimmering display.

Fuck, I need water.