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Surf, Sharks, and Sand-Stuck Sedans: My Galveston Saga Galveston, Texas. The sun was hot, the waves were calling, and Pleasure Pier stood in the distance like a carnival mirage. I was there to surf, soak up the Gulf vibes, and maybe—just maybe—channel my inner Kelly...
Smoke, Sirens, and Shock: Witnessing the Downtown Houston Garage Inferno It started like any other weekday morning in Downtown Houston. I was grabbing coffee from a food truck near Travis Street, mentally preparing for a day of emails and existential dread, when I...
Red, White, and Booze: July 4th on Clear Lake with the Walkers and Parsons If you ever find yourself wondering what happens when the Walkers and the Parsons collide on a holiday weekend, let me save you the suspense: it’s loud, it’s legendary, and it usually involves...
Tequila, Tunes, and 6th Street Shenanigans: Our Cinco de Mayo in Austin If you’ve never experienced Austin, Texas during Cinco de Mayo, let me paint you a picture: imagine a mariachi band battling a DJ for dominance, tacos flying off food trucks like confetti, and the...
Here’s the fully integrated and polished blog post with your hilarious flight story woven in seamlessly: Snow, Supercomputers, and Steve Wozniak: My Wild Week in Salt Lake City Picture this: It’s October, I’m leaving sunny Southern California in a T-shirt, thinking...
I arrive at East Village Tavern and Bowl at noon and the San Diego light looks the same as it did in my memory — bright, forgiving, the kind of sun that makes everything feel possible. Except today it’s now: people are streaming in with backpacks, sunglasses, and the...
Twentynine Palms: Where Marines, Devil Docs, and Desert Dreams Collide If you’ve never been to Twentynine Palms, California, let me paint you a picture: endless desert, Joshua trees doing interpretive dance, and a Marine Corps base so massive it feels like someone...
Meeting SLOMO in Pacific Beach I first met SLOMO in 2012, on a sunlit afternoon along the boardwalk at Pacific Beach. The scene was alive with the usual chaos — skateboarders weaving through crowds, families balancing dripping ice cream cones, the ocean’s rhythm...