Steanso is tired today, campers. Last night he had a night on the town (or across two towns, actually) with part time ninja and Hollywood starlet, Erin Boyd (formerly Stewart). Erin went to good ol' Westwood High with Jason (home of the fightin' Warriors). Erin's been out in L.A. for the last decade and a half or so, but she's back in Austin, visting her family and considering a move back to Steanso's beloved city. She's got a son who plays bass guitar and a craving for fried okra. Erin's got a lot of stories from L.A. (and all over), and has been doing so much stuff since high school that to hear her talk about her life is to peer into a parallel universe where time moves more quickly and events are more interesting (but sometimes a little more scary). Anyway, she's got a razor wit and a smile that can light up a room- it's Erin, kids! To know her's to love her.
I went today to the O.G. (that's Olive Garden to the uninitiated) with my favorite triumvirate of justice- Rosa, Kim, and Jennifer. It was a good time and we ate lots of salad. I can't tell you how excited all 3 of these ladies are that their office is being renovated. I mean, it's a bit of an inconvenience for them, but they are WAY EXCITED about the bold, new look of the Travis County Attorney's Office.
I need sleep. It also looks like it might rain, and I left Cassidy outside today. Poor Cassidy.
And last, but not least, let me share with all of you the same advice I gave to one of my clients only an hour ago:
"It doesn't matter if the sex isn't forced- if your partner is underage and your sister, they're still gonna call it rape."
Words to live by.