I'M BACK!!! Hoorah and hooray. Been home for only an hour, took a shower, ate some pizza... it's all gravy. Except for the part where my dad was in the room next door, Texas was great. It's been about five years since I had visited Dallas. I used to live there way back when, but had to move when I was ten. Seems like the only time I get to visit is when a cousin gets married.Friday was spent just getting to Dallas, it's about a six hour drive from where I live. I ended up driving Mom and my brother down there. Mom's knee has been acting up so she's afraid to drive, and my brother isn't old enough for his driver's liscense, so it was up to me to get them down there. We just barely made it to my cousin's rehearsal dinner. I got a bit lost along the way, but we made it, even got to check into the hotel. Dad was decidedly miffed at us though, the dinner was at 7:30, we got there at an oh so scandalous 7:35. Oh well, at least the food was good, and the margaritas were already paid for. Slept pretty good that night.

Saturday was spent mostly in the hotel room, my cousin was getting married at five and I didn't have much time for my usual brand of tom-foolery. We went to the ceremony, it was nice, the only part of the vow my cousin messed up on was the part where he promised to be faithful... nothing like getting laughed at by your family/inlaws on your wedding day. The reception was the best... OPEN BAR!!! Nothing brings strangers together quite like alcohol. We drank, we danced, we ate, we drank... I held my own pretty well, but alas, there has always been one person who could best me in the drinking arts, not my Dad, Uncle, or any of my cousins; the one person who can consistently outdrink me would be dear old Mom. No joke, and it's not like I didn't put forth an effort, four glasses of Jack Daniels, three margaritas, two glasses of wine and some champagne; all this and more went down my throat, and Mom still outdrank me, it wasn't even close. And to add insult to injury she was on muscle relaxers for her knee. I know when I'm beat, so I quit before I got belligerent. My cousin and his new bride rode off in a Rolls-Royce, it was hilarious because the driver curbed the vehicle a bit as he was leaving. Jackass, who curbs a Royce? Needless to say I slept like a baby that night.

The rest of the week was a blur, I visited the art museum in Dallas, went to Six Flags for the first time in ten years. Drove down to San Antonio and visited the Alamo. Then we went to Corpus Christi, I wanted to spend a little time at the beach, but alas, the gods were not on my side and it ended up raining the whole time. So instead I went to movies and saw Chuck and Larry (biggest game of gay chicken I've ever seen) and later on my brother and I went and saw The Simpsons Movie, I recommend both. At some point I got bored and hoofed it from my hotel room to a nearby Border's to pick a few things to tide me over during the storm, I grabbed a couple of CDs (Era Vulgaris by Queens of the Stoneage and Zeitgeist by Smashing Pumpkins, I need to listen to them a bit more before I can make a call on them) I also grabbed that new Harry Potter, because I'm a sucker, started reading the series when I was in sixth grade and I'm the type stubborn enough to want to see how it ends. All in all I'm relaxed and ready for school to begin, good thing too, because it starts the twentieth.