The Texas heat and humidity are in full force. The thermometer may say 92 degrees, but the humidity makes it feel 10 degrees hotter.
We started the day in South Congress, the hipster district of Austin (which is like saying Beach/Malvern is the Korean district of Fullerton; the whole damn city is). We had brunch at Little Barrel and Brown. I forgot to take pictures so here's one I found on Yelp. He wasn't our waiter, but what a stud.
The place was packed, but the wait was only about 10 minutes. As we walked over to our table, we passed the pits:
After dinner, Eric, Sunny, and Raymond left to meet their relatives that live around the area, which gave the rest of us a chance to explore Downtown.
To end the night, we somehow convinced everyone to check out the Nerd Rap Throwdown, which is exactly what it sounds like. It was ridiculous.
Diana and I thought the guy who rapped about Dr. Who should have won, but the judges picked an old Hispanic actor named Pepe Serna (who was mainly trying to promote his movie), I guess because he's an old Hispanic actor. Boo. Urns.