Del Rio and Further Alcoholic Incidents

So, Del Rio. It's, um, not really worth visiting. I chose to stop here because it's about half way between LA and New Orleans, and I wanted to see some random place that I would otherwise never end up visiting. I was hoping for a desert-y, interesting border town, but mostly it just has fast food and insurance companies. Although two of them are the funniest insurance companies in the history of the world.

Tomorrow I'll take a walk a bit farther afield and hopefully will see something mildly more interesting than Church's Chicken, but for now, yeah, thumbs down to Del Rio, Texas.

Also, I added to my alcoholosm-related incidents early today: I was at a gas station convenience story buying a gatorade and saw that they had six-packs of beer in there too. I thought, hey, beer! I'm about to go sit in my motel room and watch football, might as well drink some beer too. So I opened the freezer and reached for a six-pack, when a timid voice emanated from behind the beverages.

"Noon."

I then noticed that there was a small Mexican man filling the freezer with 12-packs of Keystone Light (for when regular Keystone just isn't piss-like enough). I didn't know what he meant. "I'm sorry?" I said.

"You can't buy beer before noon," he said.

"Oh," I said. "What time is it now?"

"Eleven," he said. I put the beer back. Stupid Texas. You're in danger of joining Utah on my list.