A chronicaling of my perpetual desire to escape (and the shenanigans that inevitably ensue)

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Remembering the Alamo!


My little brother Scott and I
On the drive through Texas we stopped in San Antonio and thought while we’re here we may as well go see the Alamo. It’s right in the middle of the city. It’s kinda funny to see this classic old church right in the middle of a bunch of high rises. It is really pretty though, and it’s free admission so that’s pretty cool.


Scott and our friend Jeff (AKA El Flufferino) on the riverwalk
We wandered around the riverwalk area along San Antonio River after we’d seen the Alamo. I wouldn’t have thought that I’d like any city in Texas (I know, I shouldn’t judge a place before I’ve been there) but the little of San Antonio I saw was really pretty and it looked like it would be a really fun place to stay for a while. I wouldn't mind going back some day and exploring it more thoroughly. And I’d totally recommend it as a nice city to visit if you just wanted a chill place to spend a week. 

It Wouldn't Be A Real Road Trip If We Didn't Get At Least One Flat Tire

Scene: we have just pulled back out onto the I-10 from a filling station on the Texas/Louisiana boarder.

Scott : "We've been making really good time. I think we'll get to New Orleans early."

cue thudding sound

El Flufferino : "You just had to say something didn't you?"
wa waaaaaaaaa
end scene



Men at Work
It's times like these that it's nice to have a race car driver and his one man pit crew on a road trip with you. the spare was underneath a packed full trunk, and half the back seat was full of luggage we had to take out as well so that the car was light enough for the jack to lift, and even with all this extra work, I'd still say those boys had the flat changed out in under 15 mins. My heroes = )

 Also a special shout out to Brooke's dad who informed me that my spare was low on air, and told me where to go to get it filled before we left L.A. We would have been SOL if he hadn't noticed that.



Voila! pitiful looking little doughnut that we drove all the way into New Orleans on