Got back from Austin today. What can I say? Yet another wasted weekend in the state's capital. What is it about Austin that makes me go back there even though I never have a good time? Every time, I'm willing to give Austin one more shot. I want to be the optimist. And every time Austin treats me like Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown.

Is it possible that Austin just doesn't like me? How can that be? I'm a Liberal just like you Austin. I love your weirdness, and your uniqueness, and your cutesy little restaurants like Kerbey Lane and Threadgill's.

Part of it was my fault. I went to Austin to just get away for the weekend, but instead I just went down memory lane about someone I want to forget. I ate at our favorite hamburger joint. I drove by where he used to live. And I cried.

So, I guess I'm going to have to write you off Austin. You're no good for me. I'll have to find some other little weekend getaway. Because it sure ain't working with you. Maybe I'll give San Antonio a try next time.