What can I say. Forever on hiatus, even while on hiatus? Is it a follow through thing? Or a lack thereof? Yes.? Lets catch up. It’s been about 4 months since my last apology for absence of content…
March 2011:
Boat life. The photo above was of an early morning with heavy fog just outside of Baton Rouge, LA. Later that day, I returned to San Antonio,Texas, and then descended upon Rockport/Corpus Christ to help my grandmother with a yard sale. We spent a lot of time rummaging through my grandfathers things who past the year before. He was a great man and is missed daily.
Gramma cleaned up. Between the hours of 8am and 2pm, she raked in about a grand in sales ranging from 15 cents to 50$. My Gramma can hustle. I then returned with my parents back to San Antonio and headed to Austin the following weekend.
This kid is seriously the best. Vincent Alexander LeClair. His father, Anthony (one of my oldest and closest friends) takes him on these Sunday (or Saturday) outings to discover the beauty Austin has to bestow.. (sorry, writing copy/ advocating for ATX)
April 2011:
Back to the boat… Nothing really to report, not that I haven’t already blocked out, anyway. Just the day in and day out hilarity and occasional frustration. The little things are all we have sometimes…
When my 20 days came to an end, I headed for Chicago (32 degrees and raining) from Houston (85 degrees @ 4am), for a quaint, overdue reunion with Brandon and Jared. The next day I ate too much at breakfast (I remember that, but an entire 20 days is a blur, go figure) and headed to the airport. I flew into Toronto en route to Paris. [this really should of been blogged about- but, I digress]. The flight to France was a long one, I didn’t sleep and in the morning I landed with a belly full of whiskey and red eyes from 14 hours of movies that I was soon to forget, not only their titles, but basic premises.
It was about 72 degrees, sun shining in Paris that morning. I dropped my bags at the hostel and met Renee and Grace on the street. We really pounded pavement in Paris. They were on the 3rd leg of their Invasion of Europe.
I failed to take enough photos. Such is life.
We went on to Rome a few days later. Which as many of you know, I am not into religion, organized or unorganized, so for me, I kind of held a little anxiety regaurding this part of the trip, which turned out to be ridiculous. Rome was amazing. I was fighting allergies but did my best to not complain and to to keep sniffles down to a minimum. (Renee might beg to differ). Rome really kind of reached out and told me I should move there. Such a weird feeling- it was like the first time I visited New York.
Everything about Rome was great. From the esspresso..
To the foods…
To the architecture (obviously)…
I headed back to Chicago or back to arctic conditions and met up with Jared & Brandon again as well as my dear friend who was up visiting, Billy. Where I disassembled my computer to upgrade my harddrive..
Billy and I scoured Chicago in an effort to find a ribbon I managed to destroy in the process. We met up with Rachel for coffee and hid out in a Q’doba for a bit to recap the happenings of each others lives. Later that night, we went to see Brandon partake in some improv, which is always a great time. That kid is one of the funniest human beings I have ever met.
After the show at Jared’s apartment a jam session ensued.. (Jared and Bill)
I ended up staying awake until I was seated on my flight back to New Orleans in the morning. It was a long night full of laughs and the tinkering/ reassembling of my laptop. Oh yeah, and a tutorial of some yoga stretches by the spiritual guru, Billy Mays.
Those 10 days were over in a heart beat, but will be impossible to forget.
Update, to be continued….
