Texas At Last....

Finally made it to Texas....not Austin, but to Galveston for spring break on the Gulf. And can I just tell you, this place is the most ridiculous place I have ever been to. I used to think that California was the land of the fruits and nuts, but no sir, it's Galveston. As we turned onto Seawall Blvd, the main road that goes up and down the coast in Galveston, we were bombarded with traffic. People were driving down the street hanging out of their windows yelling and screaming. Everyone had 22s, some slick paint job, and 1000watt subs pounding their beats. Motorcycles were revving up and peeling out. People were driving down the street with their trunks wide open to show off some neon lights that spelled out their own stupid little phrase. Guys were rolling down the road showing off their hydraulics, bouncing up and down. One guy was even driving his Red Cadillac Escalade, subs pounding, with his Lamborghini style fold-up doors wide open. People were riding these funny bicycles with like 4 and 5 people on them. Dudes were walking down the street with their pants hanging below their butt. People were stopping in the middle of the street and getting out of their car just to shake hands with their buddy. I really just couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was like all the stuff you see in the rap videos, all the stuff you kind of laugh at, was really happening here...like people really do that stuff here in Galveston. There were several points where I really stopped and thought, 'am I crazy, or are we the only normal people here.' Now in all fairness, it was Saturday night, and it was St. Patricks Day, so maybe they were a little crazier than normal....who knows.

Today was good though. Things quieted down a lot and we actually went to the beach. It's not particularly hot, 70 degrees, but it actually felt pretty good. The water was a little bit exhilarating to jump all the way in, but once I did, it was pretty nice. :-)

One notable experience, I did see my first real cowboy yesterday. He was wearing cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and those cowboy pants thingys as he was getting into his red Ford F-150. This is particularly exciting to me because it has always been a secret dream (a few privileged people know) of mine to be a cowboy since I was about 5 years old...in fact I've been a cowboy for probably 10 Halloween costumes.

We'll see what happens.......