AA1124 SAN DFW 0625 1100 M80 3EF We loaded up on time, but then the word came out that owing to heavy winds at Dallas we'd be upwards of 90 minutes late, with some chance of earlier or later. lili called the elite desk, which protected us on a 4 pm connection: the 2:30 was already overbooked. We eventually took off and eventually landed maybe an hour late, schedule padding being what it is. It was a moderately bumpy flight, not so much as to make us not eat our breakfast, a not horrid version of quiche Lorraine (though the bacon was ground a bit fine for my persnickety tastes. The side dish was sun-dried tomatoes and asparagus, not horrible, though the asparagus seemed as dried as the tomatoes if not more so. There was also the obligatory bowl of rubber fruit that would have done United proud. At the club we were informed that we had plenty of time to cool our jets; lili had already despairingly shredded her boarding pass and so was issued a fresh new one on real card stock, which pleased her. It was a quick ride on the train to the C gates, where our next flight was leaving right next to the station. AA1505 DFW AUS 1345 1445 M80 5AB A fairly pleasant though quite bumpy flight. They weren't kidding about those winds. We had plenty of time to catch the 1530 100 bus, which deposited us about 3 blocks from the hotel. We were on the early side to registration, which was a relaxed and beer-fueled affair. The bartender took an immediate dislike to me - good thing the organizers of the Do didn't - and refused me a glass for my Shiner Bock, and when I persisted with "but I'm not from around here, and I want a glass" gave me a lowball glass, saying that's all he had. I gave him a buck tip anyway. Eventually I came back for another brew, and he offered a chilled beer glass without my asking - which I refused, saying the lowball was enough. He must have been mighty confused by me. Anyhow, I rather enjoy our traditional Sheraton Austin Capitol, where we were issued a big room with two giant beds and a big bathroom. No couch surfing for me this trip. The club lounge, though staffed with friendly help, is rather short on Stuff, if you know what I mean. Not that we needed much - we'd be eating and drinking to capacity soon. jackal, whose job in life seems to be designated driver, came by to take a bunch of us to the Flying Saucer, a ways up north I think past the UT campus - it's hard to tell when you're sitting in the wayback. This is a smallish chain of brasseries that offers about a hundred drafts, ranging from the big brewers' best to famous rarities from exotic lands (mostly Belgium) to the pride of Texas. I had the Buffalo Bayou milk stout, because I like stouts, had my pills with me, and had gone to high school within walking distance of said body of water. It was coffeeish, not cafe-au-laitish, rather rich and smooth, enjoyable. Staying true to type, I next tried the 512 pecan porter, also nice and rich and smooth but with little of the nut character that I'd have expected. I donated my third ticket toward a bottle of wine that monitor was ordering but did not stay to taste it, feeling rather dragged-out and sleepy. Meanwhile, here was the food roster. Rather hot hot wings; rather monochromatic quesadillas; chicken fingers; soft pretzels with dips; some cheesy and cruditeish things that I took no notice of. I would rather have had stuff more representative of the area, but everything was pretty tasty. A beef is that the early birds got more worms than we did - we were among the last to the trough, being engaged in yapping about who knows what, and got only one go-round; apparently the more stomach-conscious got three or four tries.