Or this afternoon...whatever

After coming under serious threat this past weekend...AFF is still in tact. In Austin again to support the recording and the artists. One more than the other...bet you can't guess which. Met up with a group of old college friends Friday night who made every attempt to break me down - but my will is "strong like bull"...and sobriety prevailed. Two things I notice (and I may have already said this)...1) my nervous energy level is WAY up - hamster running in that circle thing, up...2) when in a bar with friends, I drink club soda 5 times the rate they drink theirs. I gave more in tips Friday night - because I was always up at the f'n bar. The staff at the Cuba Libra stopped rolling their eyes after the third trip.

After witnessing many failed attempts for the (obviously lonely) peeps to connect, I heard the phrase from my friend Jeff: "I hate this...the sober guy knows everything that happened and can remind me how big of an ass I was tonight." Yeah...I think punching girls in the chest and yelling "Who you wit'?!?" qualifies as being an ass.

I won't make this a "why I hate the 'new Austin'" speech - but every woman I saw in that club Saturday...check that...90% of the women I saw in that club looked like they just came back from a LA casting call for the next Joe Millionaire show. Blond (bottled and natural), unreal amounts of make up, peasant shirts, silver jewelry and acting. This is not a natural occurrence...this is imported, like the wood beetle or Robby Williams and is affects us all. Please resist or get inoculated...quickly.

One observation from Nebraska (yes, I'm still here). If you're in a fast food, drive through line...and you are ALREADY eating on some fast-food French fries, you have a problem. Yes...I saw you. Problem...big problem.