This week was pretty rough, to be honest. It was my spring break, and almost all of my friends were out of town while I stayed here. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday I worked really long days and went home only to be alone and bored for the evening. Monday it was still cold, so I'm okay that I was inside at work during the day. Tuesday it finally got warm again, and since I was off I hung out with some friends at the river. Again, my evening was on the lame side of things, but the day was good enough for that to be okay. Thursday night I made myself some sesame ginger chicken and rice. It was delicious. I'll make it for you sometime.
So Friday was really the start of my spring break, and I can't even tell you how unexpected it was. I woke up early and worked out, then drove to Austin to take pictures, some self-portraits and whatnot. I took some on the top of this neat cliff where you can look out and see the skyline, and then some at Zilker Park, which is just a really fun park. After that I drove back home and took a short, unplanned nap. I woke up to a text inviting me to a baseball game, which was fun to watch. I don't usually enjoy baseball games unless I know people playing, but it was fun nonetheless. During the game I received a call from my friend K inviting me to hang out with some girls from Indiana.
(So here's the story behind that: my friends K and H took a road trip to New Orleans earlier in the week. While they were there they met three girls who were spring breaking from Indiana, and they bonded really well. They invited them to come to Texas and hang out, so they eventually made their way down and did just that.)
We ended up going to a bar called Riley's, apparently the first bar in Texas since prohibition, and then we went to Showdown. I don't drink (and even if I did I'm currently participating in Forty Days of Water [which is where you make water your only drink for forty days and donate the money you would have spent on other drinks to help build wells]) and I've never been to a bar unless it was to see a band play or to read poetry, so this made the night especially interesting. We also went to a house party which ended almost as soon as we arrived, then we went to get some pizza. We ended up staying out till about three in the morning, and, surprisingly, I wasn't tired at all. It had to have been the nap, or maybe the fact that I didn't do a thing all week.
The next day I hung out with my friend and the Indians (as I like to call them) again; we went to get breakfast tacos, then went to the river. We spent almost all afternoon there. Then we went shopping downtown, then they came over to my apartment to print some stuff out, then we finally separated for a few hours to clean up and get some rest. That night we bid our farewells at a coffee shop, and it was very sad to see them go. There is so much more I could say about their time here, but that's about the gist of it.
Sunday I slept a little too late because of the time change, then K, H, and I went to Austin to the Zilker Park Kite Festival. It was super packed there, and really hot outside. I had a horrible headache the entire time, but it was still fun. I bought a Yo Gabba Gabba diamond kite, and a Terracycle Oreo delta kite (made of actual recycled Oreo wrappers!). The YGG kite flew like a charm, but the Oreo kite was a bit tricky. It got up a couple of times, but then it would suddenly go slack and nose dive. By the way, being in a field with hundreds of people flying kites is very dangerous. Afterwards K and I went to Whole Foods for lunch, and we also bought ice cream and I got some fig jam, which I'm really excited about trying. When I got home I tried to take a nap, but it just wasn't happening, and my head was still killing me. I played basketball and watched a softball game, and now I'm here writing you this. My weekend has been long, but fulfilling. It definitely made up for the lame week.
So that's all the surface stuff, without all the emotional/spiritual side of my week. That part was actually pretty good, even when I was bored and alone. I'll spare you those details for now though. I hope everything is well with you and yours.
From Clive Staples Lewis:
"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn."
sincerely,
vm
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dear vm,