Texas was friends old and new and nice smelling rooms and a dip in the pool with clothes. It was hot and rainy and sunny and cool. It was panels and talks and early nights and fish tacos and movies and margaritas and parties and a little bit weird and engagements and blisters. It was a sunburned nose and tape recorders and supportive and truthful. It was different and it was good and it is over. And I'm home. Phew.