kerouac....

i couldn't finish on the road.  i guess i couldn't really get into reading about the wild west.  hopping on rail cars etc.  but...am i living his life?

"Kerouac's death, at the age of 47, resulted from an internal hemorrhage (bleeding esophageal varices) caused by cirrhosis, the result of a lifetime of heavy drinking."

and so rather than flying from san antonio to houston, we decided to rent a car for the sole purpose of finding an armadillo to take a picture. post it on fb. and tag kirsty.  sounded like a great idea for a roadtrip until i realized how tired i was wednesday morning.  and that the drive was actually a boring straight flat line on i-10 to houston.  that's middle america.  vast open land with cows and greens. we went from ncaa tourney city to another.  flooded with body painted fanatics and cbs took up the omni in houston.  we went to mia luna on wednesday night and heard stories about a vegas trip that involved fulfilling a couples fantasy of having someone "watch".  that of course was immediately followed by your typical girl talk conversation on the right man.  how to please a man.  yada yada. i took a few trips to the bathroom cuz it made me uneasy.  and it just so happened that the girls gone wild bus was outside.  while on that subject wednesday, thursday's client dinner over margarita's and fajitas yielded justification of a boob job and it's effect on the work place.  "i just want it for myself".  "i know ppl in the office, and they are now forever type casted as the boob job girl".  i went to hudson and someplace on washington after to compete with cindy on "who had the shittier week".

so glad to be back in nyc.