I turned 30 years old in Austin. It has a unique quirkiness, a blend of the old wild west and tech startups, almost alienating itself from the rest of Texas. The queso flows freely like the San Marcos River and people commit an eternity to feast on lip-smackingly good BBQ. 6th Street is for the kids, while Rainey is for those who still want to be kids. On my 30th, a thunderstorm struck down on the city knocking out the power. We pre-gamed by candlelight, then hit up Rainey. Later in the night we found a friend in bush. I woke up feeling gross.