Freshly back from the nightmare that was NC, I now depart for 4 days to Ye Olde Texas. That's right, I'm being hauled off to the last state I'd ever willingly visit. My uncle, whom I am entirely less-than-fond of, is remarrying in San Antonio. I've met his fiancee once at Christmas, she seemed fine, but her mother is a fanatical Southern Baptist who won't allow booze to be served at her 40-something daugher's wedding. So I'm bringing my shiny new flask and spiking the apple cider. Fuck that shit. I'll need alcohol. Long-distance travel with my large family is agonizing. My uncle is a douche. Texas is the gate to hell.
JOY. I'M HAPPY, SEE?
We leave in 6 hours and I haven't packed yet.
JOY. I'M HAPPY, SEE?
We leave in 6 hours and I haven't packed yet.
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anger_frog:
It certainly is one of my least favorite places, but you should look on the bright side: it's not Georgia.
illstabyou:
If anyone spots your flask there they are going to instantly be jealous. 