Austin. Couch.

We made it.

a half dozen cans of Blue Demon Agave energy drink for the driver (john), and a playlist of the most dance-able, crazy, weird, catchy songs that I could find on my computer for the rest of us.

as the sun was just coming up, and the day was beginning. the smell of fresh AC, and a bathroom with running water greeted us - along with John's dad.

So - as John and John (2 and 3) headed off to breakfast at Sonic, I did what any good guest would do. passed out on the couch.

Then got up and planned out a lovely beer battered fresh fish dinner with beer battered hand-cut fries and butter steamed asparagus. none too shabby. have to remember that recipe. a little chipotle powder would have tipped off the flavor, but somehow we avoided buying it in Santa Fe ... possibly because there was no money left?

Their flip house looked great - if anyone is interested in purchasing a house in the Austin area, feel free to give me a shout, and I can get you their info.

and then - as if planning for his sainthood proceedings - John 2 gives us his bed, and moves out to sleep on the couch. (not john 3 mind you, let's not get crazy)

since when are people nice and sacrificing in their own homes? I mean ... the couch was fine. but the bed ... soooooo much better. if I were wearing a hat right now, to hide the fact that I haven't showered since yesterday and am covered in an imperceptible layer of gypsum sand, I would take it off to salute you sir!