Maybe it’s because I watched three episodes of The Wire last night (best show ever btw!), but I woke up this morning fiending for chicken enchiladas, curled up in fetal position until the withdrawal pains subsided.

I returned from my Austin trip on Sunday and all I can think about are those blue corn tortillas from Chuy’s that are stuffed with the juiciest chicken and the freshest sauce. And for 8 dollars! That’s how much a mediocre burrito at Chipotle will cost you!

Anyway, enough. I did do other things in Austin besides eat tex-mex. For example, I had barbecue. On my first night, we went to County Line bbq and had barbecue chicken, brisket, Shiner beer (a local brew), and peach cobbler a la mode. Now, in New York, a la mode means icecream the size of a golf ball. In Texas, they give you icecream the size of a globe. It was awesome.

County Line is the kind of place that has cow heads adorned on the walls and a cow statue chillin’ on the roof. In Austin, you will notice that there is cow paraphreneila everywhere–along with Texas flags.

On Friday, we visited Whole Foods. Now, a visit to a chain grocery store might be mundane to most people but for me going to the original Whole Foods is kinda like visiting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for music enthusiasts or Graceland for Elvis fanatics or even Mecca for the religious. Yes, Wholefoods is my mecca and I will bow to the gods of the hot food bar.

That night we saw a dance performance by the Austin Ballet. My favorite was the Twyla Tharp piece with music by David Byrne. Continuing on the dance theme, we ended the night at the Broken Spoke where I was the only non-white person in the entire bar. Actually, I was pretty much the only non-white person in all of Austin. I wonder if people thought I was Mexican.

The thing I loved about the Broken Spoke was that guys would ask you to dance and it didn’t seem sleazy the way guys in New York ask you to dance. That is probably because guys in New York usually start humping your leg without even bothering to ask you to dance first. In Texas, the guys come up to you and ask, “Would you like to dance?” Isn’t that so novel? And sweet?

I two-stepped with a Texan cowboy. Okay, so he was a hipster from Dallas. But he could still dance! I kept stepping on his feet but he insisted that I was doing fine. See, Texas boys are not only gentlemen but they’re also good liars!

The next day we had breakfast on beautiful Lake Austin. An hour later we went to Chuy’s for those infamous enchiladas, margaritas, and queso. I’m from Miami where queso in Spanish means…cheese. Apparently in Texas, queso refers to a hot bowl of cheese with spices and guacamole. As you can tell, I did not consume any vegetables during my trip. Unless you count refried beans.

That evening I met up with my neuroscience friends for Dudes Night Out (plus one Asian girl) and hit up some bars on sixth street. I don’t remember much from the evening except doing shots of jaeger and talking about their nieces and nephews. Yes, we are getting old.

And I think I figured out a way to get over my fear of flying. Instead of imagining the plane falling out of the sky, I just look out the window and stare at the wing. There is something reassuring about watching a wing stay on a plane.

Oh and it seems that this little blog got a little shoutout on another site and now I have, um, more than ten readers. And you didn’t even give me a chance to tidy up the place! So, dear readers, lets give a nice, warm welcome to our new readers and say, “Welcome, new readers!” See, aren’t we nice and friendly here at Jinius blog? Now go fetch us a box of ferrero rochers!

I suppose it is no longer appropriate to write about my fondness for bathroom humor or re-runs of Friends. Oh, yeah, did I mention I still laugh outloud at those Friends episodes on TBS? You might want to find a new blog now.