Texas does funny...

...things to me. I get pretty introspective. Maybe its the looking back at "home" as an outsider. Perhaps its because I realize that Texas doesnt put itself on hold, and doesn't get excited for my homecoming. Or its because I can actually slow down when I get there and think. Nevertheless, Texas does funny things to me. But I also do funny things to Texas:

1. Looked at a baby. My cousin Jordan and his wife Lori had a baby. I had actually timed my trip back to Texas based on the due date...played my cards right and the little guy was actually born a couple of weeks ago. Cute little guy - named him Colt. I am pretty convinced that with a name like that he is either going to be an outlaw or a quarterback. Or an outlaw quarterback.

2. Went to a wedding. It was a strange act for me to actually get a hotel room in Fort Worth. But it was good. My buddy Tim from college jumped ship and actually tied the knot. Actually as I looked around at my college friends' ladyfriends I noticed that they all had rings on their fingers. It made me stop and think...glad I got out of Texas alive.

3. Got on stage. I'm not exactly sure how the events went down, but here is a synopsis: I remember a wedding. Then there was the reception. Then everybody filed out to a bar. There was a tequila shot. And then I was in the Stockyards with some strangers that I had just met. Oh, and Jordan was playing music so I got up on stage and the Wayward Mycoskies were once more. Oh, the sweetest winds they blow across the south.

4. Ate Mexican food. Oh, glorious Mexican food. Spent a little time with my dear old friend Garret and we went to Esparanzas. The salsa was spicy. The relleno was incredible. And I washed it all down with Iced Tea. Unsweetened.

5. Figured out whats important. You don't have to talk to people everyday to be friends. And in friendship there is sacrifice. Friends make you assess yourself. Friends go out of their way to see you. Friends pay for lunch.