Starting off the TX trip in EPT at the Busch house. EPT was insanely quiet this year. It felt like everyone had been nicely asked to leave. On one hand it was refreshing to not feel cramped to the point of wanting to crawl out of your skin like it usually is there, but on the other it gave the city a very eerie feeling as if some sort of catastrophic event was just about to occur. But nothing ever did. People apparently just kept to themselves this year. We spend a few days lounging, eating WAY too much and watching hours and hours of Sons of Anarchy with my pop.
More to come…..
