Cést la vie, Mr. Moustache Man

Vienna, Austria

Damon and I went to sleep the earliest of our trip last night and maybe our lives (actually probably not for Damon). The pillows called at 9:30 PM and we answered the challenge. But we were up early this morning on the way to Vienna. Many hours before - probably a little after we were in bed - Sarah was hopping on board a plane to cross the ocean blue.

And now we are all here. We just finished eating a home-cooked dinner. We´re still not quite sure what it was. We combined some chicken (for Sarah) and some kind of meat (pork?) with some kind of frozen vegetable mix. What was in that stuff? As Damon said at dinner, there were a lot of little "doughy, softie, bready things." He is always so poetic. In the end though, we had quite our fill and an enjoyable time visiting in the courtyard rose garden of our hostel. For all those LBJ grads from ´04, we spent much of the time discussing how cool our class is and how our Follies will never be topped.

Damon leaves us tomorrow night, but we have plans for a breakfast with his good family friend, Gunter. Then we will check out a few sights - maybe a crime museum - and bid the kid adieu. And by the way, Mark: Damon´s hair is not just "frosted." It also has a close resemblence to a Brillo pad.

One more thing to note: I shaved the moustache off early this morning. I actually look worse now. Okay, maybe not...