where does one begin? (and where does one end?)

I keep busy. In this "City That Never Sleeps...unless it's after 10pm," I've at least stayed out past 11 a handful of times lately. In fact I think we've all gotten past the point where we're reverse psychologically self reinforcing our own cynical lame existence to feel ok with ourselves in the mirror. I'm ok, you're ok, and all the royale Us are actually doing great. I'd like to avoid the need for insecure comparisons to cities just north who manufacture quirkiness at an impressive rate. I'd like to avoid them, but they're just making it too easy?

This previously mentioned Royalty is dissolving from the nebulous theory that kept us going, into a full fledged chunk of a town. They're coming out of the stone work. Per happenstance you meet one person who certainly knows another whom certainly is somehow related to that guy you once went to that thing with. By the end of the weekend, you've seen one person you don't actually know 10 times and can't imagine life without them. It's grassroots monarchy at its best and most incestuous. Weird social networks aside, the city of San Antonio most defendable when at its closest. The Bike Summit pulled in upwards of 150 people, many of whom actually hadn't met before. Now they have and We are better off. Don't even get me started on the power of a kickball.

Of note though is these youth of the republic having grown up, graduated, and are increasingly getting jobs, money, and their accustomed leisure time. We're well off, creative, and We don't want to get bored. That's the root of our beginning and inevitable end to it all. That's what's bringing down the hip giant up north. Too much, too soon. Too white.

And apparently such precedents have been set before. On the eve of the greatest ironic uniting force this city shuts down for, I find this article...of course Char makes an appearance. Fiesta brings us together, but it's not all we are. It's time to refocus on what really matters - eating pounds of oysters that have been sitting in the sun for hours with my fellow Antonian acolytes. I look forward to finally getting baptized into the family.