Splodey!

A group of friends and myself, spontaneously decided to go down to Austin this weekend. The decision was made, from bed, around noon, to try and leave around 2pm. We almost made schedule, but whatever.

On the way down to Austin, I was getting ready to pass a truck, when Ka-Blam-O...one of their tires blew out. Tire chunks went flying toward my car. This was in a contruction area, with narrow lines, and a concrete barrier to one side, so there was no way I could actually dodge the oncoming junks of rubbery death. The only thing I could think of was to slow down, and hope for the best. Luckily, that seemed to be the right thing to do. I ran over a big chunk-o-tire, and one hit my hood/windshield, but there didn't appear to be any damage from the attack.

Nothing else exciting happened on the drive there. I probably should have made something up, though, since everyone else in the car slept for half the trip.

Austin was great, as usual. There was a blues dance that night, and I had some of the best dances I have had in quite some time. There was some clubbing afterward, but I was too zoned out to really know what was going on at that time. There was a boring drive back to Dallas the next day (although West, Texas did end up being unusually crowded with UT students...I'm guessing it had something to do with the game on Saturday).