Insta-Wednesday: Austin Edition
Let’s start off by saying that I was totally responsible on the night of my 21st birthday and did not end up giving people high fives in the streets and definitely didn’t demand that Adam take anywhere from ten to thirty pictures of me on a giant ceramic jackalope, at a bar coincidentally called the Jackalope.
Although, if we’d like to keep up this tradition of honesty between us, I’ll have to say that I probably did do those things, but to be extra honest, I probably would have done them regardless of whether or not it was my twenty-first birthday and all that that implies. Also, it wasn’t even that weird, because 6th street in Austin is the definition of a total mess. I’m pretty sure I counted at least seven policehorseman and 100+ woo girls, so, I was being unbelievably responsible in contrast.
