✈️4 planes in 1 week. Texas wasn’t fun. In Austin that random man walked into my hotel room, the tram driver at the airport was racist, and then there was a random flash flood warning while we were setting up the shop which led to a plague-like amount of huge crickets🦗 trying to escape into the shop. 🌱El Paso was better. The hotel had massage chairs that Elise and I decided we needed for at least an hour after every shift. Only issue is that we’re both under 5’5” so the height adjustment didn’t quite work for us. Then I drank too much at a steakhouse, ordered a lot of piña coladas, and found really amazing Dominican food. 🍛 I’ll be back in Houston another 4 times this year, so I guess I better get used to cowboy boots and hot weather.