Alcohol and cigarettes and fast food and greasy Mexican food all weekend make me feel like I was ridden hard and put away to dry in the box. Another year of the TX ren fest. My friends came in from BR and we stayed in Houston last night, then all day at the faire. I guess that's the last one with my friend Mikey, as he's moving to Hawaii (forever?) in January. I've known him for years, it's not going to be the same without him. He didn't explain to my satisfaction why he's leaving so (rather) suddenly, and leaving his job and plans to take over Inga's subs that he's worked towards for so long. Just don't get it really.
I got my big glasses back, which may or may not be better for me. But they were expensive and I now have a spare set, so good for me.