Today was a full day of conference activities which was YAWN. It was an opportunity to watch a lot of department of education employees get all defensive while people kind of yelled at them so it was not a complete loss.
But last night was the night I am pretty sure I was at the circus. At least that is how it felt. I met up with my friend Mary who I worked with at Boston College at the reception at the end of the first day of the conference, and we went back to her hotel so she could change before we ventured out for dinner. As we entered the hotel into what is a bar/lounge area decorated in a hip happening bar/loungy way with very cool light fixtures and a very large red sea urchin kind of hanging piece of art work, we were assaulted by cool hip bar music, and lots of conversation. In the corner some woman was holding what appeared to be some sort of healing ceremony. She was laying hands on the faces/heads of two boys in the corner and chanting at them. Nearby there were two other guys dodging at each other in a sort of shadow basketball game. It was surreal.
We ended up eating at The Republic of Texas because we were in search of steak, and the Little Rhine Steakhouse was closed on a Sunday night. We left just as the karaoke started. There was a very obese Asian man singing Ring of Fire. It was surreal.
Then we found our way to Durty Nellie’s Irish Pub where we found some friends hanging out. This is one of those places with peanuts on the floor. We sat outside which at 10pm was almost comfortable. Some people drank Jagermeister and Red Bull shots, NOT ME, because Red Bull is gross and Jagermeister should be renamed Vomitmeister.
Tonight I had dinner with some other friends back at Boudrou’s. I had a the very delicious grilled fish with garlic mashed potatoes. They make guacomole right at your table. I do not like avacodo, but I could NOT get enough of this guacamole. If you ever find yourself in San Antonio, go to Boudrou’s and have the guac for two. You will NOT regret it.
Then my friends dragged me to this place called Howl at the Moon. I am easily 450 years too old for this place. It is a piano bar. A DUELING piano bar. I stayed long enough to hear them play Sweet Caroline, which is a very Boston thing. It is played at every Red Sox game and there is a sing along and hand motions.
Now I am here, typing and now I am going to bed. I miss my boys and am ready to go home. But I have one more day. Whee!