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Speaking of faux celebrity and all that jazz, it turns out we were on a plane with the Dixie Chicks and Andrew only happened to mention it to me TODAY, FOUR DAYS later. 'Oh yes', he says, 'the three chicks with big hair who the gay flight attendant was really excited about'.

Oh My God. And apparently Brad and Angelina are moving to New Orleans and were quite probably there while we were tootling around.

This is the blog of celebrity misses.

I am writing this exciting celebrity post from Fort Davis, the highest town in Texas, on the night of the SuperBowl. It's just excitement all the way.



Silliness aside, Fort Davis is gorgeous. Today we drove from San Antonio, and decided to take Highway 90 instead of the hideous Interstate 10. It was a good call. Eventually I will put up some photos, but they don't do it justice. Real road movie scenery - I saw turkey buzzards, a road runner, and lots of dead rabbits. Andrew saw elks and some giant sheep things, the names of which we were told but have promptly forgotten. We are on the lookout for cougar, live jackrabbits, deer and funny little black pigs (yeah, so, this is what the locals told us).



We are so taken with this spot that we have decided to stay another night. As we have a pretty leisurely schedule tomorrow, we may even blog and put up some photos, if any of you people (apart from my mother) would actually read this thing and comment ...