Man, spent like six hours today just walking, walking, walking, walking.
Went to the Zoo. Had a blast. The 40-foot Reticulated Python is gone, unfortunately, but the eyeless cave fish were still there (talk about fucking cool). My friend had a blast.
Then we went to the San Antonio Museum of Art. Fucking killer place. It'd changed a lot since I had last been, and was better last time, but still world-class cool. We even got in for almost free (like a buck) cause it was so close to closing time.
After that we ate at a cool Italian place that makes a decent Chicken Parmagiana, and then it was to the Rivercenter Mall for cigars and River Walk for a cool walk. Man, the River Walk is bar none the coolest tourist attraction I have ever fucking seen. They even let you smoke there and walk around with a beer or mixed drink in your hand - in public. How fucking righteous is that!?
I wanted to go by the Alamo, which is literally right there, but some Scottish Association of San Antonionians or something weird like that had taken it over for a celebration that looked like it would be cool (i.e. bag pipes), but they never got around to being cool (i.e. bag pipes) so we went by the Menger Hotel where Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders used to get drunk (and Hemingway was known to drink there once in a while) and found this cool cigar shop there that I didn't know existed. Was going to buy more cigars, but was out of money.
Now I am home and about as beat and tired as I could be, and still I have so much to do. Ugh. Still, I'm going to make almost two hundred bucks tonight, and it could not be more needed.
Went to the Zoo. Had a blast. The 40-foot Reticulated Python is gone, unfortunately, but the eyeless cave fish were still there (talk about fucking cool). My friend had a blast.
Then we went to the San Antonio Museum of Art. Fucking killer place. It'd changed a lot since I had last been, and was better last time, but still world-class cool. We even got in for almost free (like a buck) cause it was so close to closing time.
After that we ate at a cool Italian place that makes a decent Chicken Parmagiana, and then it was to the Rivercenter Mall for cigars and River Walk for a cool walk. Man, the River Walk is bar none the coolest tourist attraction I have ever fucking seen. They even let you smoke there and walk around with a beer or mixed drink in your hand - in public. How fucking righteous is that!?
I wanted to go by the Alamo, which is literally right there, but some Scottish Association of San Antonionians or something weird like that had taken it over for a celebration that looked like it would be cool (i.e. bag pipes), but they never got around to being cool (i.e. bag pipes) so we went by the Menger Hotel where Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders used to get drunk (and Hemingway was known to drink there once in a while) and found this cool cigar shop there that I didn't know existed. Was going to buy more cigars, but was out of money.
Now I am home and about as beat and tired as I could be, and still I have so much to do. Ugh. Still, I'm going to make almost two hundred bucks tonight, and it could not be more needed.
I just found close to seven or eight thousand baseball cards. In them are probably ten grand worth of shit, easily. For example, I found more then a few Barry Bond's rookie cards, both Bo Jackson rookie cards (one baseball, one football), even a Ken Griffey, Jr. rookie card. Those were just on top of the pile. Needless to say, I have just about every baseball card made from 89-92, several complete sets of 92 Gold Cards (the ones with the gold leaf on 'em), and a ton of other cool shit.
Despite finding enough shit to pay off my truck, the single coolest find was a picture of my dead Grandpa. He's smiling and hugging the old Italian lady down the street who always gave me toys as a kid and treated me better then her own. I don't know why I'm not crying at that picture, cause I really want to, but I just can't. Maybe I need some booze.