Jef and I went on a little mini-vacation to San Antonio this past weekend with Christine and Nicole. It was my first trip to San Antonio where I didn’t think I was going to die of pain. I think that’s a step in the right direction. Nicole had scored a free hotel room through her underground black market connections - we ended up staying about a block from the Riverwalk. It was a GREAT place - very small, only about 40 rooms, and quiet. They did the whole turndown service and chocolate on your pillow thing. Not bad for being free. Thanks, Nicole!

We made the obligatory trip to the Alamo on Friday night, took lots of pictures and tried to find the spot where Ozzy got arrested for peeing on it. No luck. From there we ended up at a martini bar called Shanghai’s. During the ordering process, I talked Christine out of getting the drink she wanted by promising I would get it, and we’d all have something different to share. Then I forgot and ordered something else, totally killing the plan. But karma came back to me in the form of my drink spilling all over me. Go karma!

We did some shopping on Saturday, Jef got the BEST new clothes. I’ll have to take some pictures on the sly, he hates that I’m making a big deal out of them. But he looks HOT in them. We also saw Senetor John Kerry in a random celebrity sighting. Christine noticed some people gathered by a metal fence and her rockstar intuition kicked in. “Someone famous is around.” Sure enough, a local shop owner confirmed that John Kerry’s black suburban was right in front of us. A minute later, he came out and did some hand shaking and baby kissing and I got some pictures. Most of them were of the “Look - that’s John Kerry behind that guys head. You can’t see him, but there he is!” variety. But I got one good one. Unfortunately, we heard him speak a few minutes later at his political rally and felt sadly uninspired. But better he than Bush. Sorry, Dad.

Saturday night we met up with Lisa for Nooner show. They played with some Austin Indi Alliance bands, and sounded great. We hit the Riverawalk again afterward, but were home by 1 AM. No one felt like rockstars. We packed up and headed home on Sunday. We were gone just long enough to slip out of reality. Its been hard getting back to the real world, where I don’t get a chocolate on my pillow at night and I can’t start drinking at lunchtime.