Austin Continued

So I know its about a couple weeks late and we are back in Lexington, but I know none of you would be satisfied if I didn't finish this up, so I hope to knock out a few blog entries here. So we did go and see the bats. We took the bus downtown got to the bridge nice and early to get a prime viewing spot. However, we were famished and had to grab a snack before the bats took off. We headed over to the taco truck nearby and got some street tacos. However, it took a little longer than expected and we missed the start. We did get to see plenty off bats. I think the bats are a 1 time deal. Cool to see once, but that should probably suffice for lets say the next couple decades. One more thing of note about the bats, if you walk across the Congress St. bridge, you can definitely smell them, and its terrible.

We then headed for 6th Street again. We caught some live music on the roof of Maggie May's. We headed over to the Drunken Monkey and caught a little jazz. Then over to the pool hall and threw some darts. Over the course of the trip I don't think I own a single darts game, and Judah didn't win a single game of pool. At least we were consistant. We ended the night taking in some dueling pianos (unfortunely they did not play Piano Man) and then going to our favorite 6th Street establishment, The Dizzy Rooster. We saw some folks we had met the night before and $2 anything spelled trouble for Steve and Judah.

We got up late the next day and were set on taking in Barton Springs Pool. It is a natural spring that puts out 68 degree water. Just the thing we needed to beat the incesent 105 degrees. Well after meeting up with our friend Brian from the hostel we set out. It was Austin so we of course had to deal with a couple of dozen bums and weirdos along the way, but we did make it out. Saturday was a free entry day so the place was packed. I would say the population density of Barton Springs was 2.5 people per square meter. However the water was cool, there was plenty of scenery (pretty young ladies), and it was one of those places you just have to see. That night it was off to find some good barbacue, so we headed for the world famous Stubb's. Me, Judah, and Brian had a great meal inside (even though it was not a good as the Barbacue joint in Giddings) while the band Spoon played outside. Apparently, they are a huge deal in Austin. After dinner we headed over to the communist bar as there was a punk show Brian was attending. We played some 16 year old punks and beat them by 4 or 5 balls in 8 ball. They were not good. Brian then headed into the show and Judah and I left after that. Brian was not a punk at all, so we are still wondering how his night ended up. My guess is he wound up sitting on a stool in the back with an ice pack on his face after getting punched in the mouth during the mosh pit.

Judah and I were riding the next day, and a pretty much exhausted our stay on 6th Street, so we headed back to the hostel relatively early. Got up 8ish for a 45 mile ride down to San Marcos.