I hate Mondays
It's days like today that make me hate Mondays. I've been going nuts with network problems since I got here. And I love the customer service we get when we call our ISP. (Since sarcasm doesn't translate very well into written word I'll inform you that the last statement was dripping with disdain.)
We had a lot of fun this weekend. Thank you to George and Clayton for coming this weekend. And a special thanks to Josh for organizing it. I have to admit I was completely along for the ride. I usually plan and gather people for most camping trips I've been on, but I had nothing to do with this one. It was an odd feeling.
It was an eventful weekend. We didn't take anything seriously. Much less ourselves. Tubing was a lot of fun, but a tree ate my tube early on the first set of "rapids" and I had to float down the rest of the way on my back. Let me say three rocks right on your rear end hurt. I traded with Clayton who took the tube we were using for cokes and things. Somehow I managed to puncture that tube and it started deflating rather rapidly. Josh and I switched and at one point he was barely floating in his tube. We reached a halfway point where we could switch tubes with people going back early and continue on our way.
After tubing we went to our campsite to set up. Even though Josh had made reservations and confirmed those reservations, they didn't have any room for us when we got there. We made one of the other groups make room for us and we took a barren little corner of land where we could set up a tent and have a little room to sit and talk.
With the campsite set up we made our way into Gruene and ate at the Gristmill. When we arrived and were told there would be an hour wait I was surprised, but the hour passed rapidly since they had live music and we ordered something to drink and some chips and queso. Right at an hour we were escorted to our table. George, Clayton, and I all ordered the chicken fried steak. I judge restaurants by the quality of their chicken fried steak and I would give the Gristmill a fair rating. We sat by the windows overlooking the Guadalupe. At one point I saw a raccoon climb down out of the tree maybe a dozen yards in front of me.
We talked about going to Gruene Hall and checking out the band, but I think we were all exhausted. We made our way back to camp where we stayed up for a little bit longer, but we all succumbed to the sound of the river and fell asleep pretty quickly. It was a perfect night for camping and I even had to climb inside my sleeping bag at one point.
The next morning we packed up and headed to IHOP for breakfast. The whole weekend was a nice change of pace. I got frustrated and annoyed before we went, but the whole weekend was just about as nice as it could be.
I decided that if I ever am at a point where I want to switch careers I might go down to New Braunsfels and open up a bed and breakfast. Dezi can be the greater and I'd cook. Wouldn't that be fun.
