My lucky shirt still smells of fire. I washed it two days ago. The shirt depicts Snoopy and a flock of Woodstocks and says, "Just me and my shorties." Camping is kind of like that. Nothing else exists meanwhile we remain so grateful that we are still in Austin. We could get more Tito's if we really wanted to. But we were content with the friends and Lone Stars we manifested. The one thing I really wanted to talk about was our podcast, and I thank Betty for kindly obliging. The three of us leveled up multiple times during the trip, it was a trip, even though it wasn't, it still was. Because we are already on the level. Or had gotten to the level with those potatoes and the perfect fire stirring stick and stimulating conversation and waking up in a spaceship with your connection to reality hovering above you.
