SUNDAY
Well you made it. To the end of this article and your weekend. Feeling like you could wring your body out like a sponge, you wake up fully knowing that you’re an Uber and a flight away from crash landing back into reality.
If you’re capable, like I mentioned before, pull the trigger on the Monday flight and land the plane softly that Sunday running back some cheap Tex Mex and light beer.
If not, no worries, just listen to an episode of Sunday Scaries on the flight and go about your miserable Monday back at the office.
Before any of those things, however, you need to indulge in a kolache, which is basically just a pig-in-a-blanket on steroids and then you add cheese. Like we’re not reinventing the wheel here flavor-wise, but fuck are these things good.
If you have enough juice as a group and want to tip back a few bloodys before the journey home, Paperboy and Joann’s are prime brunch candidates.
You’ll leave Austin a few pounds heavier, a few dollars lighter, and with a budding relationship that mirrors the one of Rick Rambis in Out Cold (2001), cue the Weezer, but after a few days in Disneyland for guys in their late 20s/early 30s, you can’t wait to come back.