Well, I just got to Uncle Phelps's house after a long trip from Austin. The day began well as I drove from Matt's house to Birkdale Lane in Kerrville. The weather was pretty overcast, but windows were down and music was blaring the whole way anyway. I got to the house at around noon, and there was naturally a beautiful meal practically wating for me right when I arrived. After lunch was done and I had finished loading everything from the mustang into the suburban, we watched an hour and a half of home videos from the mid 60's. I watched my dad and his siblings on the blank wall from an old projector with no sound. I've got to get one for the room.

I said goodbye at around 3:00 and it was non-stop from there. I did manage to get gas at an Exxon/BurgerKing joint location, and when I walked in to use the bathroom, I soon realize from a strong burning smell that a large portion of the Burger King kitchen was on fire. I got out of there pretty quick, and headed up through Carlsbad to get to Roswell. Once I got to town I met Uncle Phelps at Peppers to see a musician from Carlsbad sing and play guitar. He whipped out everything from Led Zeppelin to the Black Crowes to Eric Clapton - with a twist. He was pretty good, and by the end of it there were a few couples on the dance floor.

After the bar, I headed over to Ida and Issac's house to hang out for awhile. They seemed to be doing really well and pretty relaxed. We played Mario on Super Nintendo for awhile, and I had a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich, but when I started to fall asleep I decided it was time to come home to Phelps's place. Here I sit, waiting for the big keg party tomorrow - it should be a great time.