Texas, as long as you get me through this weekend without canceling our very expensive concert or preventing us from floating down the Comal River (all drunk and improving our already-there tan), I'll let you take me out next weekend.
If you also pinky promise to do something about all of these bastard mosquitoes. And the spiders. And while you're at it, buy me shoes.
Mike and I are off! For the weekend! To see friends, family and Blue October. And if all goes well and Texas DOES WHAT IT'S DAMN WELL TOLD, I'll return on Sunday, happy and with a full memory card.