went to Gruene and Austin and ate at Chuy's again and it was awesome!
Mary and i took our kids and met up with Mandy for a trip to Gruene to goof off at the shops Saturday and then doubled back to Austin on Sunday to have a great lunch at Chuy's with Mandy & Rick before heading back.
We stayed in the most beautiful room ever and it was great to be out of FW for a while.
the only fly in the ointment was Nacho. now, to his credit, he was responsible for that room and it was awesome, he paid for lunch today at Chuy's and bought gas once. he took this really cool picture of me. oh, and he amused the hell out of Alex. in fact, he's really great with little kids . . . same mental capacity and personal focus.
he talked about himself and his views non-stop from greeting to goodbye. he talked over songs, other people and motorcycles and through doors, walls, across rooms and loudly enough for everyone in a three-block radius to hear him. he loved to hear himself make noise so much that if he didn't have anyone to talk to he sang. only two line of a random song. the wrong words. repeatedly. he did a 180 on every single opinion that Mary didn't agree with, contradicted himself, others, reality and common sense frequently, ignored everyone but Mary and Alex, was frequently rude and just flat out made shit up. according to him he is the smartest, fastest, brightest paragon of male supremacy ever to grace this lowly planet with his majesty. he has solved all the problems with everything in the world and will get around to putting it all in place when he's ready to.

in short, he was more annoying than a dentist's drill.
some true gems were:

Queso? what's queso?
in India we didn't have bottles, i has a little metal cup. i've had it since i was two months old but my mom won't give it to me.
i was dropped on my head as a baby. concrete floor. from four feet up.
if you are allergic to something and you eat it you won't be allergic to it anymore.
i prefer to be naked. i walk around naked all the time. i think everyone should walk around naked at all times!
when i am this close to death i want to have a very very big man grab me and spin me round and round and then throw me out of a plane. i want to go out screaming. but not in a painful way!
so i told you how much i made, Mary . . . how much do you make?
television killed the radio star.
oh! oh! and the best one was some unfinished bizarre train wreck of a convoluted yarn about how he and his cousin got naked together, rubbed each other down with baby oil/lotion/some mysterious substance and drew on each other, colored each other from head to toe, with American crayons. or maybe they were artist pencils? or something else. or whatever. he was just very colorful all the time. but the funniest part of the story was . . . . oh, nevermind.

oh, my dog it was a nonstop endless stream of BS on every topic from religion, childrearing, politics, computers, jobs, relationships, school, travel, family and, of course, why and how he is so perfect. if he wasn't so annoying we'd have laughed the whole way because as Rick said with amazement, "YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP!"

1 trippy trip with some hell thrown in

confessed on Sunday, Apr. 22, 2007