I think I'll go to Austin

Twenty-four years ago (yikes!) come October 2, I was born in Travis County Hospital in Austin, Texas. I'd be a liar if I didn't think this was a pretty cool place to be born. It's a unique city, the live music capital of the world, home to my beloved Texas Longhorns, and makes a great backup fact for those who cringe/walk away when I tell them I grew up in Utah. Thanks to a person I've never met, I finally got the chance to return to the place where it all began after a 21-year absence. A friend of my uncle's sent us six tickets to the BYU/Texas football game, giving us an excuse to head three hours south of Southlake. To say I was excited to go is a gross understatement. Not only was I going to Austin, but I was going to be able to check off one of my lifelong dreams of going to a Texas Football game. Ideally it would have been the Red River Shootout, but I am DEFINITELY not complaining.

First, we hit up 3491 E Lake Austin Blvd apt. E-- the house where I spent my first three years of life. Then we went to the original Chuy's for some de-lish Tex Mex. I got the veggie enchiladas. Yumbalina. And then we headed to the football game here:

DK Royal Texas Memorial Stadium

sigh. Just remembering the 100,000+ fans decked out in burnt orange gives me chills. I wish I could have joined the masses but sadly, if I was going to sit with my aunt and uncle and their family, I would have to go against my true feelings and wear BYU blue. However, lest you doubt where my true loyalties lie, I wore a burnt orange t-shirt underneath my BYU shirt and was ecstatic when they pulled out the win. The marching band was fantabulous and the atmosphere of the game unforgettable.

We headed back to Southlake Sunday morning so we could get back to church, but I am definitely planning on returning to Austin sometime in the future. In summary, it was a wonderful weekend-- all thanks to a man I've never met.