That's right, this past weekend, I reached the big 3-0. To celebrate, we headed to Austin for some fun in the sun and good times with the fam. Turns out I am so popular that our usual crash pad (aka Kelly's house) was packed to the brim with out-of-town guests. No worries on that front, as Jared had booked us a room at one of Austin's quirkiest institutions, the Austin Motel, smack dab in the middle of South Congress:
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The infamously-shaped logo |
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Unusual signage to keep the guests in check |
Although some rooms at the hotel allow pets, ours unfortunately did not. Lucky for Zambezi, there was plenty of dog-action going on at Kelly's house, although I think that he might have been missing the luxuries of our apartment's central air conditioning as this is where he hung out for most of the visit:
Although the weekend was full of surprises and gifts for yours truly (another post to come), not having to do the 6am bathroom run with our little bundle of joy turned out to be one of the best presents of all...