It rained buckets most of the way to North Texas, but it
had stopped by the time we reached Amarillo. Upon arriving and
checking into a La Quinta, we decided to sample the local night life.
Little did we know that there wasn't any. The first stop was Pizza
Hut, where our order was botched so badly that we ended up eating free
and taking another free pizza out with us.
Then came a drive through the (mostly deserted) downtown
area in search of a country dance club. Karin and Nyssa found a
life-size painted horse statue and climbed on it while I nervously
looked for cops and took their picture (with Karin's camera.) Our
search for Amarillo night life then took us by the bus station, where we
found a homeless person and gave her the spare pizza. I was
keeping the car running and thus wasn't privy to the conversation, but
the homeless person apparently engaged the girls with a lengthy diatribe
about government conspiracies to steal her reproductive organs. We
then dropped by a seedy tavern on Route 66 (called "The Broken
Spoke", but which bore no relation to the Austin club by the same
name) before heading back to the motel.