Wake up calls from the cops only need to happen once before you learn your lesson, so after TacoLand, we drove to a rest area between San Antonio and Houston. After another unsatisfying night of sleeping in the car, we drove into downtown Houston. There are no pictures of this because it was scary and ghetto. We quickly found our way to the venue, the Proletariat, and then looked for stuff to do for the rest of the day. The area nearby was beautiful. Lots of wealthy communities, and the Universtiy area was full of attractive college kids, Urban Outfitters, and other such shops. We had dinner at O'Brien's Pub, where I had delicious fish tacos, and then, back to the venue, where we shared beers and conversation with Mikey, and Krista. Then the rocking out happened, and we helped them load up their equiptment. After the show, we drove Mikey's friend (Jordan? Jerrod?) to the impound, because his car had been towed for parking on the street the venue was on. Then we were outta there, to sleep at another rest area between Houston and Austin.