Tequila and WIne, Another Austin Weekend

Taking Fridays off is a glorious idea. I don't know why I don't think of it more often. Last Friday was going to be a half day, but when I woke up that plan went out the window. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and head to Austin early. It was a beautiful. I got to Austin around 1:30 and of course started my trip with food. Outside dining is what spring is all about. Since it wasn't quite happy hour yet, I switched it up and went with Italian food. Shocking I know.

After the food fest, H1 and I decided to spend the rest of the sunlight out of doors. We started at the driving range, because thy are BYOB and its cheap outside entertainment, really you should try it. Then we went to the park and watched the kites, tossed a baseball(?) and played big and little tennis. Little being half the court, its quite challenging.

After our strenuous work out session, it was time for tequila and queso, duh. At this point, something changed in me and I got hammered. I asked the waiter what drink had the most bang for my buck and he says the frozen margs. He brings out a fairly small size margarita but informs me it has three shots o tequila in it. Honestly, it was frozen tequila, and it was delicious. After we finished our very memorable discussion, sorry ladies it's gone forever, we headed up north for reverse happy hour. I did not need to do this. To make sure I was prepared, I drank a large sugar free red bull. Dumb. They haven't been "working" lately, but this one must have been super charged because I started acting like an 8 yr old who decided to down a Dr. Pepper Big Gulp. Embarrassingly hyper. Add to that 2 or 3 (again, I can't remember) margaritas and 2 or 3 vodka sodas and that was me at the end of the night. Drunk as a skunk.

The wine part of this weekend will come a little later.

Well Timed

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I Ordered Water. At A Bar. I Must Have Been Drunk.

Good ole Austin. One big drunk tank. I always enjoy my time in Austin. Food, drinking, more drinking, breakfast tacos. Have I mentioned I love breakfast tacos? Well I do. So Friday was shaping up to be a solid night out. Started at El Arroyo for mexican martinis, because well, they're delicious. Skipped dinner, and by skipped I mean had chips and queso and skipped the whole entree idea. Smart move except for one tiny flaw. I got hammered. I started the night with Kate and Jordan but Kate went off gallivanting, so Jordan and I struck out on our own. Ended up at Key Bar, because we are old now and apparently it is unseemly to be seen on 6th street East of Congress. Who knew? Had a good time until one of the guys turned into quite the douche lord. What makes people think acting that way is charming? I certainly gave off enough bitchy signals to let him know it wasn't working, but I'm not sure if he got it. So sad. 

This is where it gets fuzzy so I will use my trusty blackberry to recap. I ended up dragging the girls to Maggie's (gasp! dirty 6th I know). Said hola to a couple of bartender friends who I will always be fond off because they saved my buttloads of moulah back in my school days. So very lovely to see them. I believe our next episode was a pedi-cab, which personally is just to guilt ridden. i believe I spent the whole time apologizing, then over tipping. Oops. BTW, I still haven't checked the bank statements from this night, too afraid to see the damage. Ok so, I know my last stop was Molotov, where the infamous water was ordered. I can't remember the last I drank water at a bar. Times they are a changing. It was also at Molotov that I remembered I had a key to Kate's place, which I thought was a block away. I was mistaken. As I trot on down 6th street, one block turns into two, two turns into ten. I was barefoot by the time I reached the door. In retrospect, I'm not sure why I didn't call Kate and alert her to plan. As I sit on her bed googling pizza places open after midnight. I hear someone open the door, but no one is there. I assume it is Kate, run and open the door only to find the porch empty. Confusing. Must have been a ghost. About 5 minutes later, I hear someone make a second attempt, This time I run to the door, throw it open, and scare the pants off Kate. Somehow we ended up with pizza, Kate is so supportive in my "eating healthier" routine. Low and behold, "Father of the Bride" was on, so you know I watched that until I fell asleep. 

Water... what a pussy.