No Sleep Til Monday

There's a special breed of Texan you don't often hear about. These unique citizens of the Great State are set apart from the rest, their mettle forged by the confluence of geography, citizenship, and culture.

That's right, I'm talking about the "border town" Texan.

Kids who grow up in cities straddling the Texas/Mexico border along the banks of the Rio Grande (McAllen, Brownsville, Laredo, El Paso) start crossing the bridge at an early age, and after spending their formative years raising their tolerance to elite levels of partying, these "border town" livers achieve near indestructible levels of fortitude. They grow 'em tough on the border; professional drinking is in the blood.

I spent this weekend with a few members of this special species - Laredo girls all - and after four nights out in NYC celebrating Ms.Lutty's bachelorette weekend, I'm not sure when I'm going to recover.

It started innocently enough. Thursday night we met some other Laredo girls (two living here, another visiting) for dinner at Azul Bistro and then headed over to No Malice for a few bevs.

Here's Patty, a Laredo girl living in NYC. I'm not sure what's going on here.


There's a reason Ms.Lutty's nickname is Hollow Leg.


Day 2: Dinner and dessert at Babbo!


The rain threatened the blow-out, so measures were taken.


Holly, Bree and I were highly entertained by our pit stop at Level V. It was my first visit to a dance club in NYC - somebody's friend knew a bartender, who hooked us up with a round. It was all very exciting. While there I had a clear memory of nights spent in similar clubs in my 20's. In related news, this is why I don't go to dance clubs anymore.

I like that our group photo is mostly a picture of my nose.


We made our way out of the club to Art Bar and closed the place down. Ms.Lutty's got the cash; where's the man dancing in a thong?


There's more from Day 3 and 4, but you'll have to wait til next time.

It's probably best that Ms.Lutty went back to Austin yesterday, because after a few hundred dollars expended, a couple extra pounds added, and sleep deprivation brought on by consecutive bedtimes no earlier than 4:30am each night, I don't think I could have survived another evening with the Laredo girls.

Can you believe we had all this fun, and we didn't even have her put on the condom-covered veil? Happy Yer-Gettin'-Married, Ms.Lutty!