Austin! The Epic Adventure

This past weekend, I went to The State Capital of Texas....AUSTIN! This epic adventure (titular) was filled with joyous laughter, bitter tears, bolstering comraderie, triumphant victory, crushing defeat, and, most importantly, ...pizza and Dr. Pepper. Like most epics, it would actually take LONGER to tell all that happened than the actual weekend. So...I won't. But, here are some high points for my lucky subscribers.
So, it turns out that my good friend Cainnum (I love you, baby!) had, by that point in time, spread it around that I am some sort of Super Smash Brothers prodigy. Sadly, no one informed ME of this before my trip, else I would have brushed up a little on my Smashing skills (foreboding tone...take that Mrs. English Teacher who gave me a B!) So, upon arrival in Austin, I learn that a CHALLENGE has been set before me...I must conquer the self-proclaimed Smash Brothers Champion of Austin (okay, he claimed no such thing, but I'M telling this story so just be quiet and turn on your suspension of disbelief). Realizing belatedly that the months long neglect of my skills probably hadn't improved my playing, I sadly informed my host that I was in sad smashing shape and not ready for an ordeal of this magnitude. Again sadly, the contest had already been arranged, and my fate was set....or was it? My worthy opponent arrived (see below for non-competition evaluation of my opponent), and we Smashed like two Titan battling for Olympus (yes, I know the titans didn't battle each other. We each battled LIKE a titan, but coincidentally against each other. Yes, I know the titans lost...didn't I already warn you once about interrupting me? Good.) And...I mostly lost. Well, I won a good 40% of the time, but I in no way dominated and thus did not uphold the honor which had been afforded me. Thus I saw bitter defeat. But don't worry, later in the evening, I won at a video game which I'd never played before. FIRST TIME! Ah, there's the triumphant victory worthy of an epic!
But, even through the immortal struggle of competition, my weekend also held tender moment and consideration. By that, I mean that my esteemed opponent was pretty cute! When I first saw him, I didn't think so; but, the more time I spent with him, I found him to be eloquent, fun, and interesting...and of course, through this, he became cuter as time went by. Now, I by no means am implying that I have a crushlet or anything of the sort (I sincerely doubt that he's gay...in fact, I think he got a call from his girlfriend while I was there), but I bring this up for my readers. You may recall awhile ago, I outlined requirements for my fondness. Well, I only associated with this guy for about two hours, but I'm fairly certain that were he gay (and was interested in me) he would qualify. So there...if there is but one person who meets that many of my qualifications, there must be someone who meets them all. Of course, it's a shame that I realized this in the course of a heated competition. The cuter he became, the worse I played...and found it harder and harder to even talk. Damn the inflicted taciturnity of cute boys! Oh well, at least I didn't start babbling.
Also of interest were The Cute Guys Downstairs. The one I saw most was just cute enough that I didn't say much...and I think it made him uneasy, cause he would come in and only stay for a short time. Oh well, not my fault! :)
Other than the cute guys, my weekend mostly consisted hanging out with friends in a soul-healing kind of way. It was fun. I want to do it again and again. I can't really think of anything else to mention that wouldn't start a cascade of description that would make this post a novelette. And, I can't see as anyone who wasn't there would be interested, and if you were there you don't need it described.
So, if anything else comes to me, I'll make a sequel to this epic. Until then......HUZZAH FOR AUSTIN!