I’m in San Antonio, Texas this week for a business conference. I found it highly amusing that in order to get here, I had to fly from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport to Houston’s George Bush Intercontinental Airport. Now, if only San Antonio would name their airport after Bill Clinton, my presidential airport journey would be complete!
So…Texas…yeahhh…
We are staying at this nice resort in the “hill country.” I somehow ended up with a suite which is decorated with ranching paraphernalia. On one wall ,for instance, hangs two large branding irons that were leftover from when this resort used to be a ranch. On another wall, there is a framed photo of the owner of the aforementioned ranch, and a caption explaining that the dog in the photo is, in fact, his best squirrel-hunting dog.
The temps are in the upper 90s to low 100s, which is putting a severe strain on the state’s power grid (Texas, you see, has its own power grid, unlike the rest of the states). This strain has resulted in…wait for it….ROLLING BLACKOUTS. I tell you, this Californian’s heart is just BREAKING…I am soooo torn up over this.
Not really.
Our meetings here are done on Friday afternoon, but I am staying over an extra night so that I can go check out downtown San Antonio…maybe visit the Alamo or something. I’ve never been to San Antonio before, so this city is completely new to me.
From Ryan:
Just thank god you aren’t in Houston. Blech.
From laurmkor:
They didnt arrest you at the border. I thought you were prohibited from visiting tx?
From Lindsay:
I used a fake passport