What does “resilience” actually look like, as a periodic drunken failure?

These posts are always a bitch to write because they can become incredibly self-indulgent, so I’m trying to walk that tight rope whenever I sit down to do them. I wrote a post when I had been in Texas for one year, which would be about today in 2015. I was still married — and still had the job I moved here for initially — when I wrote that. Then, maybe one of the better, longer “life” things I’ve written is at this point in 2018, when I had been here four years. By then I was divorced, freelancing, and dating the woman who I got engaged to a bit ago. So if you click on those two posts, it kinda book-ends and frames the general experience of living in Texas for the past six years. I’m just going to do a couple of quick call-outs here instead of going on a long tangent about life lessons, which no one should truly care about coming from me.

The Hofbrau story

Hofbrau is a Texas (maybe some other places) chain. Steaks and whatnot. The first apartment I lived in when I moved, it was along the Trinity River and next to one bar (Woodshed), which was subsequently down the street from Hofbrau. Now, at six years in, I’ve probably been to Woodshed like 1,000+ times. I have (well, had, I just deleted some people in my phone) 14 people in my phone where the entry includes the word “Woodshed.” I’m…