It seems that I just don’t like San Antonio at all. Period. I’m sure, I like going to hang out with some friends or going to concerts, but I gotta say; it’s right up there with how I feel about Houston. I just don’t like that city. Even though we’re 2 and half hours away from San Antonio, the atmosphere and surroundings are different and my annoyance radar is easily set off.
After some thought, it’s clear of where my dislike comes from. Like Houston, San Antonio has always been a place that I’ve basically gone for just doctor appointments. When I was younger, I had a major back surgery in Houston as well as a lot of check-ups. San Antonio is the same and conjures up a lot of crappy memories. I’ve spent many nights in hospital beds over there and I find myself saying “Goodbye“ more often than not.
Anyway, I have to go San Antonio tonight to pick up Valarie from the airport. She went to see an internet friend in Kansas City, Missouri. Even though it’s only for a couple of hours, I don’t really like being in San Antonio or that particular airport for too long. Too many bad memories, too many shitty experiences in that town.
I’m sure the Kill Hannah show on the 13th will be neat; though no amount of concerts will ever take a way my feelings toward that city. Oh, well.