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Finally saw all of the Real World Austin premiere. While I don't care about the kids in the house and their drama (and here's a hint, kiddies, stop drinking, because you clearly don't know how to handle the demon rum), the video of the city makes me feel all gushy inside. It's been too long since I've strolled through Zilker, had some gingerbread pancakes at Kerby Lane or a 'rita on Trudy's deck. Until I can get my ass down there (preferably in, like, February or pre-SXSW March before summer starts again), I'll have to keep watching the show, simply because there are more fond memories associated with Austin than I'd imagined. I mean, I liked living there, but did know how nostalgic the footage would make me feel. Life is weird like that, eh?