Close Encounters of the Random Kind

The mountain is calling me. "Bart, come to me. Broken bones don't hurt that bad!"


Weird story from last night. I'm sitting in Star Bucks in Breckenridge, CO, minding my own business. In walks about 15 people in one group being rather distracting. Three of them sit down right next to me and continue to be talk loudly. Conceding that I'm not going to do much more reading, I put down my book and start a conversation with the three ladies. Honest! No ulterior motive there! Turns out they are all from A&M (sadly), and one of them was from Austin. After about 5 minutes, we realize we know each other. Her dad is a deacon at my church and she goes thee when she's at home. Just one of those bizarre situations. Kind of like the time my sister and I were staying in Antigua, Guatemala and walked into the travel agency. There, standing with his back to us, was her next door neighbor from New Orleans talking to the receptionist. Just bizarre.

Cuisine in the condo.