Monday, September 30, 2002

What a weekend. Well, all that time spent searching for a decent priced 2002 Acura RSX finally paid off. Little did I know, all it took was a trip down to San Antonio to be treated like a customer. A rundown of events:

Friday Night - Emily and I travel down to San Antonio, making a midnight cannonball run. I had to bring my "financial muscle" along, because nobody would expect somebody as sweet as her to be the definitive HAG OF SAVINGS as she would transform into. After blowing two hours going down the backroads of Texas to miss the enormous traffic of IH-35, we showed up and all went well. To make a long story short, we drove home in a new ride. The saddest thing? Seeing my ole' 98' Integra (aka 'The Moisterizer') sitting all desolate in the parking lot.

The funny thing was, after we completed a majority of the sale, I asked to borrow a screwdriver to get my amp and subwoofer out. With my ass in the air and the Integra a' rockin', it was quite a site to see as Emily held up a lighter so I could unscrew everything. We looked like bandits--bandits with a SWEEET G'RIDE!

Saturday - Had to show off the car to all my buddies. First off, we had my sister Linda with us as we showed it off to the Triolas. I could smell my insurance premium go up as they asked: "Can we drive it?" hahah just kidding. Afterwards, swung by Troy and Angela's where I found out they were heading to Vegas in October. Hope they have a good time and come back with more than they left with! My "Personal EffecX Posse" (aka Meth and Wally) ran through the gadgets and gave me their thumbs of approval.

We went to the Austin City Limits Festival afterwards. To sum it up: 1.) Sun is hot. 2.) Wilco rocks! Ran into Dames and Joey and all four of us waited an hour to buy hot-dogs. Hey, at least they were good. Went home to wring the sweat from my shirt and baseball cap.

Sunday - Went to day two of the festival. Shuttle Bus almost breaks down going towards the festival. Everything looks dim when the A/C is intermittingly going on/off. Show up with enough time to watch Mr. Ryan Adams who put on an AMAZING set. Better than Wilco I could safely say and one of the better performances i've seen. Just slightly shy of THE greatest performance I had ever seen: A stocky Italian man wriggling and dancing to the beat of disco. I'll let you guys guess who that could be. =P

Sleep. Sleep...and more sleep.

Peace!
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