Part 3 of Happy Day George Wachintong

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When I left off yesterday, we had just agreed to meet up with our friends in San Antonio and drive up to Austin together. Our friends were in Corpus Christi, we were in Laredo, and those two cities are each about 3 hours from San Antonio. Since both groups were getting on the road at the same time, the plan seemed perfect. In fact, it was the perfect plan, as long as one disregarded the fact that our friends were being transported to San Antonio by a gang of lascivious hussies. Our plan was literally one kegger or Ludacris concert away from being blown to crap city.

Having bested Eric in a Best of 3 series of Paper Rock Scissors with a bewildering Scissor-Rock-Paper strategy, I perched my sweet behind in the front seat and let Eric drive us through the wilds of South Texas. Being in post-Mexico shell shock, we rocketed right up to San Antonio and called our friends to see where they'd like to meet. "Well, there's a minor problem," they said. "We're struck in some traffic , so we'll be like an hour late." Traffic between Corpus and San Antonio? I don't think so. It was more like, "We hit an unexpected delay as our ladies are currently scouring Old Navy for some fresh meat."

But anyway, an hour late is not a big deal. Since I just spent the past 4 years in San Antonio, I attempted to direct Eric to a cool part of town where we could kill some time. His feelings sore over the outcome of the Paper Rock Scissors game, he promptly disregarded all directions and drove around aimlessly for a while. Miraculously, we soon found ourselves in the parking lot of the one place that hung-over 20-something males are notorious for frequenting. You know what I'm talking about here, the Botanical Gardens. Our thirst for knowledge never quenched, we decided the Botan was the perfect place to kill some time. We got out of the car and prepared ourselves for some motherscratching horticulture.

Immediately upon our entrance, the cashier told us he needed to see a military or student ID from each of us. He was very insistent on this. "Is the botanical gardens on lock-down?" someone asked. "Naw, I'm just trying to save you some money, dude!" he replied. And then he proceeded to carry on with us the most bizarre conversation that's ever taken place in the San Antonio Botanical Gardens. In a matter of seconds, he accused me of using my student ID to break into women's rooms and then he quizzed us on whether his coworker was legally old enough to have sex with him. Suffice it to say, this man was a golden god, and we decided right there to try to capture him on video when our
trip concluded.

I don't know if it's possible to rock the Botanical Gardens, but we certainly tried. We fed some ducks, we saw the highest point in San Antonio within the loop, we got some quality time in on one of those big swinging benches, and we frolicked in the Fern Grotto. If you happen to be an heiress looking to woo me, a fern grotto would be a good start. That place was cool for cats. With the way we were carrying on around that joint, I was almost afraid someone's grandmother was going to hit on me. After an hour or so, we wound it up, tried to get that guy on video (failure), and got ready to meet up with our friends at the Trinity campus.

When they didn't show up on time, we called our friends again and were not surprised to learn they would be another hour late. At this point, I was too worn out to get mad, so I made sure to put his car down on the "To Be Peed On" list and then I rolled with the punches. They showed up a while later, we made it to Austin okay, and the people of Mexico will forever tell the story of El Tornado Blanco. It was a good trip.