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About San Antonio

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

The Backyard at Bee Cave, Sunday, June 28, 2009

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C’mon, no exaggeration—Bee-Cave (us) totally rocks! It’s got that perfect blend of laid-back life and unexpected spurts of energy. I’m usually chill, but sometimes a crazy coder day drives me nuts. In those moments, I wander these streets to get stunned and inspired.

Gas leak repaired after shutting down Bee Cave Parkway