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When my friend Thomas moved to New Orleans a few years back, he stuck a Texas flag sticker on the back of his car that said "HOME." If I still had a car, I'd do the same. Don't get me wrong, I love San Francisco, but I miss Austin. With only 10 months in California, it still feels like where I belong. I managed to sneak away for about 5 days and here's what I did:

Ate Thai Passion

Watched Mister Sinus Theatre mock Red Dawn at Alamo Draft House

Barton Springs

Lovejoys (and some new place called Sidebar)

Drove a Boat on Lake Travis

Consumed a Homemade Meal Prepared by My Ex-Boyfriend's Mom

Elysium (aka Sleaze-ium)

Gueros (pronounced Gwearoes in gringo-Austin-speak)

Barton Springs

Little City

Sesame Tofu at Hoa Hoa (formerly Hao Hao)

Hole In The Wall $1 Shiner

Barton Springs

Noodleism

Plus I got to see some of my long-time pals. I missed the hot, humid weather, though everyone there was already sick of it. Maybe I'll move back in a year or two or three and wreak some real havoc.