Austin Day 2

Day 2 in Austin was much more eventful. Big Cat and I scoured the Texas landscape looking for a suitable den to call his home. The first apartment complex we visited was quite different than our previous home in Dayton, the Montecito. We followed an awkward gentleman from the front towards some apartments for rent. I began to doubt if this was the den we were looking for as I side stepped a car cocked sideways with a nice set of hydraulics, an impressive feat considering my hand was covering my eyes so I was not blinded by the 22 inch platinum rims attached to the wheels. Down the street the owner of said car and his buddies were walking towards us. In order to blend in and not be a normal “gringo” I called out, “What up Essae?” Despite what could be misconstrued as blatant racism they through up a traditional way of greeting close friends, the middle finger. I returned the friendly gesture and ran inside, in a completely manly way. The inside was well furnished but did not quite fit the bill for the Big Cat’s so we decided to move on to our next stop.

After visiting 6 or 7 different places we were able to settle on The Brook in Travis Heights about 2 miles from the BC’s work. A major selling point was the rustic woods surrounding the complex (perfect shade for the Big Cat during his hunts) and a nice pool (the local watering hole will attract numerous unsuspecting prey). Intrigued by what would be the BC’s new home I took a look around and met a couple cute girls. I talked with them for a bit and after dropping the Big Cat’s name along with rich, attractive, and “numerous leather bound books”, I headed out to find my companion. Hungry from all our travelling we stopped at another Diners, Drive inns, and Dives restaurant called Green Mesquite, excellent place for BBQ. We chose the all you can eat plate and began to chow down on some of the best BBQ Texas has to offer. Once the meat sweats forced us to change our shirts we quickly went into a food coma and hibernated in preparation for the night.

After getting ready and drinking the rest of our rum from Daytona we headed towards the University of Texas’s famous 6^{th street}. We started at a bar called the Stage, were a man in cowboy boots, with a dip in the size of Texas, showed us how Austin did country music. Surrounded by cougars and good music we were hesitant to leave but we new Austin had much more to offer. Next we moved to a rooftop bar for a few more drinks. After talking with the bartender we learned of a place that usually has good live music and concerts and it was only a block off 6^th street. When we got there it was already in full swing packed full of people. The band, which was headlining that night, was aptly named the Spazzmatics. The band of four looked as if they had just come from filming “Revenge of the Nerds” and played “strictly” 80s rock hits.

After grabbing a drink and working our way to the front we realized there was a girl our age and an older women staring at us like Brownbear does honey. Confident in Big Cat’s rugged good looks we decided to go say hi. Talking to the girl we found out that she was with people from her work. This immediately set off some red flags due to our previous creepy New Orleans experience, but we kept talking to her and it turned out to be legit. We shared stories with her boss for a few minutes and after gaining permission we decided to buy a few shots and some drinks. The men she was with fancied themselves drinkers so we bought a few “All Americans”. This drink was originated at OU and involves a Budweiser with the neck poured out and replaced by a shot of whiskey, we downed ours and left the two men properly shamed.

With the lack of Alpha males fighting was off the table so we decided to find a few women to join the BC’s pride. After a quick shoving match we met two other girls, Kaley and Kristen, who were from Austin but went to TCU. We knew we had found some cool girls when Kaley revealed her love for destroying weaker animals such as 8 point bucks. After the bar the girls took us to a pizza place that Brownbear and Kirsten shared with an interesting homeless man who had an odd obsession with bad mouthing drunk college kids. After losing our new friend we hopped in Kaley’s truck and she took us to our hotel. Now due to his great animal instincts and good sense Brownbear hadn’t been drinking for a few hours so we decided continue our migration with a 12 hour drive to Santa Fe…… starting time 3:00 a.m.