I was in Austin,TX. this past Thursday & Friday for a conference. I looked up this other buddy of mine (starving grad student)and he dragged my boss and I to a real shit hole of a place. It had padded walls, Christmas lights strung everywhere and was just filthy. The patio was just a fenced off parking area in the back that was full of potholes and patio furniture they stole from any place they could find it. It was called Club Deville or Carousel? I'm not sure. Anyway, I was sooooo embarrassed. We stayed for one drink and left. My now ex-friend Robert, as a joke, started us up on a conversation with some balding red headed homeless guy. He was wearing a dress, sneakers, had long fuscia fingernails and is running for mayor there in Austin. Robert said he's been in the newspaper. The guy was going on and on about what he thought Austin government was all about. I wanted to die! Needless to say I'm not speaking to Robert anymore. He's really changed. He is on some kick about becoming a stand up comic. When he lived in Corpus he never would have stepped in such a filthy rat hole. The evening leads me to believe his sense of humor has now become considerably warped or he is now doing drugs. My boss is very down to earth and laughed it off, but I still can't stop apologizing. This will be the source of many office jokes at my expense for at least a year. I am so bummed. I want to die. The place looked like a set from a Mad Max/Road Warrior movie! I should have grabbed my boss and kept on walking the moment I set eyes on the place.