Oh...it's you.

Since we're so sick of hanging out in the hostel common room, with foreigners bothering while we are so clearly busy on our computers, Andrea and I usually go to Whole Foods to use their free interent (I heart Whole Foods), but today it wasn't working. So we went to Jo's, one of these hyped-up coffeehouses where all the "hip kids" go. It was pretty nice, there's a nice outside area and they have coffee and sandwiches, and free wireless internet. Of course something odd happened: this old Australian man in purple crocs is hanging around, turns to Andrea and says, "Oh, it's you," as if in recognition. Obviously neither of us has been here before. Then another old man, a very Texan man, while talking with the Australian about massage parlors in Melbourne, turns to me and says, "Oh hello again darlin'," and I said, what? And he says, We met last time, and I said, No I've never been here before. So he says, Oh you must have a twin, and then says, but I'll talk to you about it later, and turns back to the Australian. Do I have a twin, or was this just some cliched old-man pickup line? Anyway, true to his promise he begins talking to me later, about how he comes here all the time, and some director, Martin Scorcese or Quentin Tarantino, someone like that, is shooting a movie in Austin and he's gonna be in it, and did I like good music, because he's a singer, he has a CD, and he doesn't like to charge people for it, but he does gratefully accept donations, and he puts a CD in front of me, and above the track list is a little American flag with "Veteran" underneath, and a cross with "God Bless You" written in flowers. So eventually I just say, you know I don't have any cash, and he says Oh well darlin' I couldn't let you have it for free, but next time I'm around, because I'm around here a lot (is that a threat?) and you have some cash, you can get one of my CDs. So I guess, in conclusion, Jo's is not my new favorite place after all.

After loitering around Jo's for a while longer, we decided to go see a movie. We saw The Illusionist, which I really liked because of Rufus Sewell, but also kind of didn't like because of Jessica Biel (poor man's Scarlet Johanssen). But I think it's worth seeing. Anyway after the movie, we remembered that "the band" was doing a show at a place called A Hole in the Wall, so we went over to see that. Unfortunately by the time we got there, they had just finished and the next band was going on. They seemed kind of hurt, but we didn't know what time they were going to be playing. We hung out through the next few bands and talked and drank. I had a Heineken, and realized that since I hadn't had dinner, one was enough to make Andrea the designated driver for the evening, and so I had another. Andrea tried to explain to Nick and Drew what a "foul slattern" was, which I've kind of been in the habit of calling people lately, but I'm not sure if she got through to them.

By the time we left and went back to the hostel, I was pretty tipsy, and Andrea and I were loudly discussing really inappropriate things in our room, thinking there was no one else there, until we realized that there was. Whoops. That's what you get for staying in a hostel I guess.