travel by air is even more bizarre these days than in the months after 9/11. in fact, on my way back, even though houston was only an intermediate stop on our flight from austin to laguardia, the airline announced the flight as going to houston, never once mentioning continuing service to new york. in fact, only once we were on the ground in houston and people were deplaning did a flight attendant announce that this plane was indeed continuing onto laguardia. odd, but understandable.

our weekend involved a much-delayed and much-anticipated sojourn to the spoetzel brewery in shiner, texas, which is about an hour or so southeast of austin, home of shiner bock and other shiner beers. yes, it does involve a tasting. oh, and that hoop in my left eyebrow? replaced by a bar. why is it that piercing-related episodes only take place when i'm out of town? so, now i'm getting used to it all over again.

watched a lot of home movies (the adult swim kind, not the 8mm sort), ate barbeque at a gas station, gorged on tex mex, played with power tools, got our gay groove on, consumed mass quantities of shiner, feasted on texas tofu, enjoyed francois ozon's swimming poo (the theater conveniently forgot the final "l"), bought some thrifty gigs and snacked on a peanut butter and banana sandwich, except it was ice cream. yum.