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River, shoes, and restaurant reviews

08.06.05 | 1 Comment

Today we went tubing on the Comal River with some friends. The river ate our flip flops after we went through a high current area, even though we had tied them to my tube. In a strange reverse karma sort of thing, I ended up with a lady’s shoe in my tube after we went over a rough spot, and though I tried to get her attention, the water was moving quickly, and she never heard me say that I had her shoe. Fortunately, while we were waiting for the shuttle at the end of our float to take us back to our cars, I saw the one-shoed lady leaving and was able to catch her, reuniting the shoes. Her friend gave me a koozie for my trouble. Unlikely as it is, if anyone happens to come across a small pair of purple and a large pair of olive green flip flops somewhere in New Braunfels, they’re probably ours. We had a fun day there, and next time I hope to bring the Chief. There were dogs with their own tubes, and one rather large dog who was sharing his human’s tube, which looked pretty uncomfortable for both parties.

The next leg of our day trip was perhaps, if not for our companions, entirely unenjoyable. Joel and I would have been fine going home, but we were trying to be sociable and people were hungry. I would need some sort of footwear. Joel stopped and got me a pair of drug store flip flops that are actually rather cute except that the only size they had was XL.

We ended up at a place called Oma’s Haus, which fronts like a quaint German restaurant but, according to our friend who has lived in Germany, offers no actual German food, or any other good defining characteristic for that matter. Woof. I want our time and twenty bucks back. If you’re ever in the area, don’t. While I’m at it, what’s the deal with Chacho’s? We had heard great things, but it smelled funny and I felt sticky as soon as we walked through the door Friday night. So we left. In contrast, Friday night’s dinner at Pei Wei was excellent – a real do. And it’s within walking distance of the Half Price Books store that has resident cats, and one of them looks like she could be Kiddn’s sister. She treated me with the same disdain Kiddn often does, so I felt like I was already at home.

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