The Official Spring Break Wrap Up

Alas, It is finished.

It was probably the longest week ever. If D-Day were a week long it would have felt as long as our week. It was fun. It was memorable. It was tiring. It was everything I imagined it'd be.

I haven't posted in a couple of days so I am going to recap those days some.

Friday we arrived in Houston in record time: 5hrs 30mins. We left Mission, TX at around 8:30am and arrived at Houston around 1:30 or 1:45pm. We startled everyone and record keepers scribbled in their notepads scratching every old record off and placing our new record over the etches in bright yellow to stand out for the world to see. It was good passing the Falfurrias checkpoint because we got to meet a slur mouthed border patrol whom we questioned his citizenship after speaking with him. This guy said "muy mAmericanitizens? ". Rusty says "American Citizen." Then he points at me with suspicion and I quickly answer.

"smmhair muyeaded?"

"Huh?"

"smmhair muyeaded? Moll rown rahack widow."

"Roll down the window, Rusty. Houston, we're going to Houston."

"Yeah, Houston."

"mmuston. muy iys have agudd rip."

And he waved us off. It was classic.

We get to Houston and hit up Del Sol. If you don't know what Del Sol is, you haven't lived. It is a great Mexican food joint, great food for real cheap.

After Del Sol we go get a haircut at some halfass joint in the dirtiest part of town where a group of Vietnamese hairdresser met and built a hair salon charging 5 bucks for men's hair. Pretty sweet deal. I go get my hair cut down to a 2 and then the un-understandable Viet-chic is just talking and talking about whatever and about making it straight in front and I'm trying to explain how I want it and I think she is going for shaping up my hair around the ear and then she does the unimaginable...she clips my sideburns and gives me a fucktard looking gap between my sideburn and beard. RAWR!

Later that night we hit up some place called Fitzgeralds and meet up with Yeshua about an hour after he finds his way our way. I'm pretty sure Yeshua isn't from Houston. Yeshua was a good sight to see. I missed that guy. Fitzgerald's was lame. IHOP afterwards was great.

I got to visit The Galleria on Saturday. Fantastic. It's huge. You can live there. You can do all sorts of shit in that place. It's beautiful! BEAUTIFUL! Giant Super Soaker fountain in the middle is cool too. I wasn't that impressed with the place although it was huge and had stores i'd never heard of. It was cool. We went to Fitzgeralds again and saw some better bands. My non-existent tooth was aching all night. That sucked. I am also pretty sure I blew out my eardrum from the loud ass metal band downstairs, Dead Poets Society or some shit. The lead singer had alot of energy and I'm sure he was annoying his bandmates by whispering shit in their ears and mocking their instruments as they played. *Shrug* We ate Del Sol that night...mmm goood.

Easter Morning we woke up at the butt-crack of dawn around 7:15 or so and took off to Center of Life Church at around 7:30 to hit the 8am service. It was a good church. Great music and good people and preaching. I liked it alot. Donuts were a major plus.

We hung out at Rusty's dad's home a bit and hid Easter eggs from his little half brothers and I happened to eat a chocolate bunny that belonged to one of the kids. I thought it was just a basket, but I was wrong.... :- my bad, dawg! The little kid was pissed. We jetted from there to Rusty's step-dad's mom's place and ate some burgers and brisket and some delicious freakin pecan pie and chocolate cake. Yum. Good people.

Left that place and packed up. Headed down 288 to pick up Yeshua at his home and talked to his Brown Pube-hair mustache goatee stoned Paulie Shore talking goofball brother for a bit and then headed to rendevous with Jerica at the Best Buy parking lot which was hard as hell to find. Finished up there and headed up to Jacksonville and everything is padlocked even my room. Ms. Dyke Davis threatens to be a bitch, but then Yeshua's room gets opened so I just went in and dropped my junk off. It was good. Yessum!

Bye Bye White Home!

1616 Paradise Street...

Tomorrow I leave you for a whole month and change. The valley had its moments but it is obviously no Austin. I enjoyed coming home and seeing Baby and my family. There is alot of growth in the Valley since the last time I came. I'm excited since I'll be up here back in May. I don't quite know if Rusty enjoyed his stay, but I hope we were good hosts. This house is damn hot though so that'll be a blessing to creep away from this damn fireball house.

~Rusty
Loved the stay, just had problems with another distant person. Ive been fed well, and the girls have been great to my eyes.

The Unloved Cat

In this picture my mom is fixing to punt the cat across the living room, (joking).

Seriously, though, the cat isn't much loved these days. His name is Bebo and I remember when we first got him. It was may or something of 1994 and he was super tiny. Yah the bastard is completely old. He needs to die because he scratches shit up and we're at a new house now and plus the baby is around. This guy must die so he'll be out of our hair. Bebo is a legend but he seriously needs to fade away. He has outlived his expectation. He almost died once when my mom and sister bought the wrong flea control medicine and he licked it and ended up sick. I cried seeing him in a shitty state at the vet. He has been through alot and needs to die.

Rusty seems to be the only one that likes him.

~Rusty
I Love Meebo. Coolest cat ever.

"Hey Baby."

Isn't she just adorable? That's baby and my sister. Today, Baby was stuck with Rusty and I for about ten minutes at Office Depot while mommy decided she'd forget her wallet at home. Baby stayed with us as we strolled her around trying to entertain ourselves and the baby without looking like a couple of gay lovers that adopted a baby to make our relationship "official". This was hilarious because we got bored and eventually just waited outside and played with the little baby until momma came back.

I love Baby. She is cute and doesn't cry. The damn kid is a genius for 6 months! She definately has some kickass Garza blood in her. Baby got brains!

We don't do dishes

I already knew I didn't do dishes because I break an average of two and a half dishes everytime I wash them. I let Rusty take the heat and let him wash while I would dry. This lasted a whole minute before Rusty broke a dish. We just aren't cut out for dishwashing. My sister was going for giving us 20 bucks a piece for washing dishes but right after we broke one we were kind of overthrown and my mom just ended up washing them. We're just too rough with tiny little ceramic stuff. Ya hear?!

Tight Jeans A Go-Go

So these pants are tight. Skinny jeans are where it's at. Levis Skinny Jeans, go get you some!

So Long SPI!

Side view mirror explains it all; the emotion, the torment, the disappointment and regret of ever venturing into South Padre Island. First we get there it's windy as all hell and there is nobody anywhere! All we see if families, old people, and dudes. Just dude after dude after dude. Then we get to some food place my mom's been wanting me to eat at and the service is shit. The food was decent but the service was horrible. So we were just sad. We get to the beach and start walking up the beach and we finally get to all the action. Just tons of people we don't associate with. A bunch of drunks, jocks and stupid people. We felt so out of place. Then soon after, the thing kind of died because weather advisory started kicking people out and telling them to go back into their hotels. The packs got mad. We got our shit together and left. It sucked. I was a little bit sad.

Mexico = Dustbowl

Two caps! He's wearing two caps! It was that windy in Mexico.

In Mexico we walked around looking at the shops, people, places and wandered off the main street where all the white head tourists are and found a church and a little beat down park. It was incredibly dusty. We had read a sign telling us there was a Catholic Church two blocks off so we followed it up there. Rusty had a religious experience and there was a flying Jesus coming out of the wall.

It's SUPER JESUS!

That was a nice little peaceful place. We then got bored of Mexico so we left and walked down to some shop to get some Coke in a bottle, yummy. We gave the bottle to a lady begging. She needed it. The line to get back into the states was long. Just so many people there. Then people with passports got to sneak in front of line for being filthy rich and havin enough money to buy a stupid passport. Some Wisconsin lady had two friends with passports so she said she'd hang out with us while they cut line. She did and got to see us and our stupid antics. We got across Homeland Security successfully and said goodbye to Wisconsin lady. It was nice.

Rusty~

Soo, Im saddened that SXSW is over. Yowab and I had a blast. It sucks it had to end. The sadness didnt hit me till this morning, when i had time to process it all. We heard some kick ass bands, and met several of them. Next year we'll live it up. Hopefully next year we can stick it out a whole week and experience it all.

Our Road

We've clocked 582 miles so far. That includes driving around Austin and driving down to the Rio Grande Valley. It has been a long day and I'm mostly willing to do absolutely nothing right now. I feel like just sleeping and never really doing a thing. The yellow line is our route, obviously. The road here was extremely boring. It is very plain down this way. I've eaten mom's rice and my dad's barbeque and my sister's cake. It's been a good dinner.

Joab can flaunt it too!

Somehow the back pocket bandana made it's way into my boxers. Ah early morning rise! We're headed to the Rio Grande Valley now.

I say goodbye to the shitty service at Burger King.
I say goodbye to the oddball rabbit costume wearing musician selling CDs to stupid kids for ten bucks.
I say goodbye to robot dancer chic.
I say goodbye to bums asking for money then threatening they'll steal wallets.
I say goodbye to drunk fat bitches that didn't believe that we had gone indie.
I say goodbye to those "ugly" "sluts" Max and his friend were waiting for to give CDs out to. Favorite quote: "Fuck them, they are sluts and their ugly. Let's go we got a 20 hour drive to L.A."
I say goodbye to one-way streets.
I say goodbye to long ass walks up and down 6th street to just end up back at Troubadour.
I say goodbye to Motel 6 and the only two working outlets.
I say goodbye to that great mexican taco place we ate last night. (boner)
I say goodbye to the Ice Cream Man! Free IceCream is great.
I say goodbye to that jackass from San Marcos that can't sing.
I say goodbye to retarded drivers and Rusty nearly rearending everyone.

It was fun, now to a new frontier! The Tejano Frontier--maybe we'll go Tejano?

Back Pocket Bandanas

Continuing our indie streak we've added bandanas to our back pockets. We found a couple on the street as if some indie rocker had been jammin too hard his precious cargo flipped off his heiny and ontopublic domain. We have inherited these special bandanas from real indies. Their ass sweat and tears are upon this, a true blessing.

Later that night we found some purse on the side of the road hoping it had cash in it...nope :(

Thanks Max and Co.

That's Max, everyone. The guy behind him is the youngest 24 year old.
Troubadour Bar was a ball last night. We met up with WhosArmy, the guys that we share hotels with and we just ripped on Motel 6 and laughed at how one of their members was sporting a fake ID to get beer. He was born in ’88 and he packing an ’83 ID. It was great. He was a hilarious guy. These guys were pretty funny. We exchanged stories and Max informed us that all of them quit school to pursue the music career. To that I say, congratulations!

The Frog is Famous

Well looky here!

Joab, has for several ages desired the chance to take a picture with frog. Sadly, the moment he got the chance he couldn't come up with anything clever on how to pose. So he stuck his crotch out and pretended to admire it. Oh, what a healthy crotch.

Going Indie

Once you go indie you'll never hump Cindy.
Cinderella was a typical white trash surburbanite sitter. I ain't no Cindy, damnit!

We've gone indie. We just lack the tight pants and indie shoes. Hence Joab looking for some. Joab ended up just buying some damn shirts, indie shirts. As for the indie frontier I believe Austin, TX is it. Everyone looks like an altered 70s hippie.

We're now in the works on writing a book title, "How to be Indie". Pick it up at BnN around November.

Come by, we're in rm 150

Well take a look everyone, it's a fruit cake! I'm not sure Rusty's ass was clean when this picture was taken.
It was a good night. There was a great band from Canada named Wintersleep that rocked our socks off. We bought their CD and we'll be whoring it around for people to listen. We noticed one thing though, everyone in the band was human, save one. This chipmunk looking goofy toothed black keyboard/tamborine artist they kept to the side was, we felt, neglected by most the band. He seemed like a retard. He would just yell random shit into the microphone to feel as if he was part of the experience. We think his marbles may have been loose.
Speaking of loose marbles, this one chic was dancing crazy wild and at risk of her top flipping down as she did it. When the band's set was through Joab told her that her dancing was great and if she was sticking around to dance some more, she replied "ARE YOU EXCITED?!" She had a pleasant voice for being such a psycho freak spaztastic dancing robot that all Joab had to reply with was "Certainly."
Rusty wore an indie shirt the whole night that said "Looking 4 Indie Girl". We found one spunky little Jersey girl that never shutup about loving Texas. Her only beef was that everything was far apart compared to the city. She'll have to cope. She was fun.
Blogging at Burger King is like totally hip and cool because we're the only fcktards with laptops in the place. This Burger King is the worst by the way. Don't every come to the Burger King on St. Johns St. The service is pitiful and the people are one brain cell away from being legally stupid.
"Are you excited?!"
Yes, robot lady, yes I am.

Highly Reflective

That's us. Yah. The one's in the reflection. We kept a log of our road travel and I guess I'll post that:
12:45pm - We embark towards Austin.
2:40 - Halfway Point: We passed the town of Hearne, TX. Many crabcake eating slobber knockers seem to fancy travelling down HWY 79...skunks love that road too. We smoked all their bum asses and passed through the shoulder.
3:20 - Stop to pee and for some good icecream. Joab had a bomb-pop. Rusty ate a drumstick.
Roughly 4:30 - We made it to Austin. We travelled down the streets looking at all the indied-out people. We slowly began getting sucked into the cultural whirlpool and slowly grew our locks and tore our clothing--it's just indie that way.
5:45 - We arrive at Motel 6 and meet a band member staying there named Max. His band's name escapes me, but they are playing tonight at some bar on 4th and Neches. *shrug* He was cool. He allowed Joab the chance to sample his music. Joab thought it was decent. We gave them a Vagabondsq.com card. ;)
6:00 - We clock into Motel 6. Fat lady at the counter is lying. She conned me into staying there. She was friendly.
7:00 - We come to Burger King and eat, blog and chat. Good deal!

More to come...

Spring Break Kickoff

Tomorrow is the day we blossom into radical young men as we make our way to Austin. I am excited to see what we'll do and who we'll meet. I like talking to bums and I like buying cheap clothing. Luckily, Austin is filled to the brim with both.
Hopefully the rain doesn't shit on our parade, Amen.