Ramada Austin Central
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... around here anymore, or the good music either. It's all white boy blues. Stuff that SXSW wouldn't touch with a pole."
If there's anything that symbolises Austin envy, it's SXSW. The festival, which ran for the 28th time this past March, had managed to remain cool while becoming commercial (eat your heart out Byron Bay Blues Fest). What started out as a scruffy festival attended largely by college punks and die-hard music fans has grown to having a reputation ...
... I believe the name of the place was Taco Bell (pronounced Ti-A-Co). It was not long after we had arrived at Wal-Mart that I had already made a new friend. Daniel was a native Austinite who did a lot of camping over the years and was curious about our Scamp. After giving him the usual schpiel the conversation quickly moved on to bigger and better things.
***Kaitlyn just realized I was beginning to write about Daniel and told me to keep it shorter ...
We arrived into Austin on the Amtrax train and were greeted by our second Couchsurfing host - We hadn't arranged to meet him there and his introduction was slightly odd - in that he started talking away to us as a stranger and after a few minutes he then told us who he was - this may have got us off on the wrong foot.
It was late in the evening and we decided to go for a beer - not before someone tried to rope us into buying them cocktails in the most expensive bar ...
... and Jeff. On Thursday
we checked out Luke's Locker and then I spent the afternoon catching up
with Todd Bartee, I had met Todd at Dell and we became fast friends.
Todd is now the CEO of Aquesana and has always been good for work and
life advice. He is simply a great guy. Todd, Christian Foster, John
McGrath and I meet every summer in New York for a boys baseball weekend.
I really enjoy my time with these guys and Christian and ...
Our first of two gas stops of the day occurred just outside Dallas. The station was small and I had to wrangle the RV to get up to the pump. As I'm standing there filling up some guy walks up to me and starts to chat me up. He's asking me where I'm headed and asks me about Austin and I'm thinking it's strange that he seems so friendly. Then the reason for his uninhibited social forwardness comes out.
"I'm having ...