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It was a mad dash, an escape, to Austin, to Michelle, to a bar with cold Lone Stars and hot tequila shots to take the edge off. Is this what vacation is supposed to feel like? Wandering around at night with nothing to do but talk and talk. This corridor was the week, was an illuminated, electric, blurry tunnel of energy that only we could feel.