Hey hey, Pat McBride and I returned from San Antonio this afternoon — the site of the Collegiate Network editors conference. Above, they’re selling Dos Equis 10 yards from the San Fernardo Cathedral for the Latino music festival happening across the plaza. Also, mass was going on, so maybe it is like that always in Texas. I don’t know their lives.
One quick bit of some awesome news: The Torch won the award for best new media at the editors conference. Thanks to all y’all who pop in here every now and then and read the blog, or follow us on Twitter. ‘Tis fun.
Anyway, all the tents selling food were pretty cool, including the fruit cup tent that literally had spears of watermelon, canteloup and melon. By which I mean: spears of awesome.
And here, hoo boy, party in the USA:
Clearly, we culled up all the cultural and historical knowledge in true, unyielding honor of the great state of Texas. Favorite t-shirt I saw this weekend featured a pistol, the state of Texas and the words: We Don’t Call 911. Years from now, I will probably think, full of wist, Why didn’t I buy that shirt? What sort of demon gleam of restraint surfaced in that moment? We made up for this by creating imaginary scenes from No Country for Old Men while we were trekking around the city.
Tommy Lee guarding the Alamo in retirement! A diner on the streets! Where’s Llewellyn? He so fine. If you will. But let’s be honest, the crushing disappointment of No Country is that not only does Llewellyn die, you don’t even get to see it. Thus, we walked down alleys around San Antonio and…you know, pretended he was with us.
Riverwalk features the highly recommended Boudros where they made, despite an artsy cone-shaped basket for chips, kickass guacamole for us table side. Two tips: The inside of the restaurant is dark and candle-lit, so when you and your freshman friend mosey on in, people will assume things. Second: They don’t let you order just guacamole after four, unless you feign sheepish ignorance and Northerness. If you already are these things, BRING ON THE GUAC AFTER FOUR.
Riverwalk also features few guard railings. We never saw a drunk person fall in the water, but game on San Antonio, you know it happens. It looks Disneyfied for some reason, a little, but cool at night. Exhibit A:
The best view of the entire weekend is, sadly, one of which I lack photographs. Our closing reception was on a rooftop terrace basically over the Alamo. So choice.
Tomorrow: We go GFY style with the Alamo Cenotaph, which is creepy and deserves it.
