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One last night of Mexican Train
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Made it back to Austin, a little late to light the first night's candles. Did it anyway.
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Cash Cab at my first Groupon workout!
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Stinky hiding in the corner after the total indignity of a blood draw and stool sample.
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Terrifying.
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The pizza at Sean Cirkiel's new backspace comes from an Italian woodburning oven!
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Too much death and sadness this year. I wish I could just let the Hanukah candles work their contemplative magic.
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Ceiling at Vain, while I wait for my color to bake into my hair
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Lots of beautiful colors made their way home with us!
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I hate this stupid fixture and its always burning-out bulbs.
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Hepatitis A and B and a flu shot. Boosters in a week.
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My brother and his lovely lady friend sent us a delicious taste of Chicago, minus the 10 degree temps.
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Blogger lunch tasting at la condesa!
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True Grit premiere! So excited.
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Sweat tea vodka is the BEST.
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Damn, these burgers are a LOT better than I remember.
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Drinking hot buttered cachaca and loving the lights of 37th street.
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Upgraded to immunity from yellow fever!
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The sandwiches at @Chefjohnbates The Noble Pig just blew my mind with tastiness.
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The Pedernales Electric Company puts on quite a show!
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Love when the gym's empty and I can watch Millionaire Matchmaker in peace.
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I love this idiot sweetheart and his asymmetrical white whiskers. Bonus: kittychin!
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My favorite trailer in town. Hand-griddled gorditas, sopes, and tortillas!
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Relics in the "Used Classic Camera" bin.
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On the road again. With traumatized fuzzy guys.
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Merry Christmas from the Santa Cake at the Mandeville Albertson's! (he's sensitive about the bugeyes.)
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Next year, everyone's gifts will be wrapped in a gift sack. So sleepy.
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Can't tell if this toy is actually for the baby, or just exists to make the adults play fetch. (retry post)
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Waitin' on our poboys!
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The bar at Cure
