I woke up on Friday morning with the overwhelming urge to get the eff out of Arlington. So, naturally, I went to my favorite East Texas safe-haven: Nacogdoches. I used to go to school at Stephen F. Austin University, and the only things I learned (and still remember) are my Social Security number and how to spell Nacogdoches.

I arrived three hours before the ’’festivities’’ commenced Saturday morning. I woke up about three hours before the second part of the ’’festivities’’ Saturday afternoon. For all of you out there who know what 4-20 is and how it’s celebrated, then you’ll understand why I keep using the word ’’festivities’’ in quotes and why I’m reluctant to elaborate on my activities this past weekend. All I have to say . . . It’s just that, um . . .

What were we talking about again?

Aside from all of that, I got some pretty good shopping in at the Goodwill; I picked up a coffee mug, an ashtray, and a massage thingy for Craig, and a couple of other little bits of nonsense for myself. I love the Goodwill. It’s the only place I know of where a broke-ass college student can buy an entire wardrobe, a set of dishes, and a livingroom set for under $150.

I ate some good food, saw some friends I haven’t seen in a while (that means you, John and Cope-a-Dope). Much love to Miss T and Josh for lending me a little bit of floor while I was there, and congrats on the house; three bedroom, 1&1/2 bath, two floor house for just $650 a month, can you stand it! I can’t wait to visit again so I can do some more cartwheels on the roof.

I suggest that everyone, right now, get a map and find Nacogdoches. My next suggestion is that you hop in a car and make the trip. Pine trees, a small and historic downtown, and some of the lowest property rates around.

Oh, and don’t mind the smell; you’ll get used to the paper mill and dog food distribution warehouse in no time.

Holly

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