An American Pirate Returned From Paris

Et, Voila. Le Texas. C'est la meme.

It's good to be home. This weekend I went with a group of friends to Bastrop State Park, home of the highest concentration of endangered Houston Toads in the world. The Houston Toad, mind you, can only be found in nine counties in Texas, and NOWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD.

Take that, Paris.

We did the usual things Texans do when they go camping: We ate, drank, biked, hiked, read, napped, and threw stones at a hollowed-out log, trying to outscore one another. I continued my trend of bringing tents from my mother's house which turn out upon inspection to be completely absurd. (The sticky one-man pod beat the eighties dance party tent from last Easter...)

We built what will probably be one of the last fires of the season; summer's familiar sweltering heat isn't far away. Soon I'll wake up in a hot house, already muggy, ready for coffee and a dip in the river.

Ah, the sweet patterns of home. They remind me so much of my life.

So, dear blog followers, you're probably wondering what's coming next. Well, to begin with I'm getting a job and stuff so I can't blog as much...or can I? Isn't useless internetting the very essence of modern employment? I think perhaps so. But what? What shall I blog about? Before it was Paris and now I'm not in Paris so I guess...

...hmmm...

...Texas?

Yes. I shall blog of Texas. Home of the endangered Houston Toad. Home of the hundred degree summers. Home of me.

Stay posted for whether I'm going to create a whole new blog or simply change the title of this one. And if any of you are bloggers out there (or not) and you have suggestions about this matter, please let me know. You can leave your comment in the comments section.