Babe Ruthless in the City: The Austin Chronicles Part 2

With another food fueled trip on the way this weekend (Durham, here I come!) I realized I never finished writing about the great Texas adventure of 2009. Given the amount packed into the remainder of the trip, I felt it was best demonstrated through pictures. Behold.

Saturday morning. Hangover. Migas. First funny sign of the day, click for a closer look (don't forget the hilarious vegetarian sign from the bbq crawl). We love you too Magnolia Cafe and your delicious salsa.

Notice the tiny car next to Austin's huge truck. We had bets about whether we could fit the smart car into the truck's bed. The hippies owning the smart car glared at us silently.

After some rest and recovery (i.e. the boys slept and the girls shopped) we headed out to tailgates. I have never seen a more intense tailgate of my life. This school bus stopped us in our tracks, then made us jealous because of the amount of beer and food being consumed.

Look closely - the geniuses behind the school bus rigged a device so that no one had to walk anywhere to throw out their beer cans. Beer is priority here. Although professional bbq served at tailgates came in a close second. At tailgates. Made by regular people (well, football fans anway). Seriously.

Texans respect their women by designating pink porto potties. They were quite clean, I might add. Thank you UT for making it easier for me to drink more beer.