I went to a Round Rock Express baseball game because I just wanted a hot dog, a beer and some of America’s favorite pastime. It was all good and gold until I found out that the stadium sold Fish n Chips. That was a really cruel plan, Dell Diamond. I’m over here trying to binge on America to get over my broken British heart and you’re just feeding it. So I sat with a group of my coworkers and introduced funnel cake to our new Turkish friends while watching a man attempt to catch a baseball in a full 32oz beer while slipping down a hill. He ended up sober, drenched and ball-less. The game was a grand though and I’m sure we will be doing a bit more of it as the season goes on.
Other than that, Austin hasn’t let me down. I’ve been catching up with tacos, good friends and hours at work.
It may have taken a month, but I’m all booked for my next adventure. I knew I couldn’t sit still for too long. It’s a curse.