David and I were chatting yesterday and somehow, food came up, because we were both bemoaning our weaknesses in the face of Tex Mex.  Once he mentioned Chuy's, I knew I was in trouble.

 

Instant craving.  I HAD to have Chuy's for dinner: no ifs, ands, or buts.  I looked at my Austin address book, and determined that I wanted very much to have dinner with Devota, and she thought that was a good idea, also, so we made arrangements to meet.  She told me she'd be all cute and stuff (which I already knew, duh!... it's Devota!) because she was trying out a new outfit.  (I'm pretty sure that means she was wearing it once before the Big Day (her 20th high school reunion) just to make sure her bazooms didn't come out when she blew her nose or something.)

 

We had a wonderful dinner with wonderful conversation (she looked very fetching in a cute denim outfit, no boob incidents noted), and we both left very, very full.  It was a great time that we'll have to repeat.

 

We finished dinner at 8:30-ish, and I didn't feel like going home yet, but I did want to visit some more friendly-type people, so I took a chance and went over the The Bar.

 

You know The Bar, right?  Pineapple Girl's "The Bar"?

 

It was a good gamble, because there she was,  in all her glory.  I got to meet The Beav, who is very cool and let me "talk shop" with PG for a bit.  I love that PG, and have since I met her, but it was cool to chat with her outside of a journaler's setting.  We are both very, very excited about the Web Writer's Weekend.  It's going to be a lot of fun, and you should totally join us if you have a weblog or journal or read them or think it's the Next Big Thing.

 

I was home by 11:15pm and asleep by midnight.  Not a bad evening at all.