Sunday, April 12, 2009
The next day I picked my friend John Purcell (JP) up at the Austin airport. JP and I were roommates in grad school and we try to get together for a road trip once a year. JP lives in Houston, so the plan was to meet in Austin, spend two days eating bbq and then head to Houston.
I picked JP up at the airport with a couple of tall boy Budweiser Cheladas. Don’t ask why. We had a half hour drive on Texas backroads, so it just seemed like the right thing to do. A mixture of Budweiser, Tomato and Clam Juice, it tasted like a can of stewed vomit. I had two sips only because I needed to prove to myself that the first taste really was that bad. Somehow JP finished his.