I ended up with pockets full of dust.
Guess I should have mentioned I was going on vacation, huh? Oops. Yeah well, that’s just how life’s been lately. Crazy. So my birthday came and went in a drunken haze, and next thing I knew I was on a flight to Austin. It was hot as balls, but definitely a good time. And whenever the heat got to be too much, we hid in air conditioning or swam in the local cold springs. Sixty-seven degrees year-round. Refreshing!
I’d never been to that big, scary state on the Mexican border. Truth be told, Austinites seem extremely proud to consider themselves different than the inhabitants of the rest of the state. Not having visited any other parts of the state, I’ll reserve judgment on that point, and say just that I had a great time and leave it at that. Oh, and yes, people do in fact respond when, in the middle of a crowded bar, you clear your throat and call out, “The stars at NIGHT are big and BRIGHT!”
I know. I’m so original.
But here I am. Back in NYC, heading rapidly towards the end of another summer, and shaking my head in disbelief at how fast this one went. But Austin was my last break for a while, so hold on to your hats, for I am back in the bloggin’ saddle. Grasping the bloggin’ reins. Tipping my bloggin’ hat. Stompin’ my bloggin’ boots. Spinnin’ my bloggin’ spurs...
I know. You’re thrilled.
Shut up.
I’d never been to that big, scary state on the Mexican border. Truth be told, Austinites seem extremely proud to consider themselves different than the inhabitants of the rest of the state. Not having visited any other parts of the state, I’ll reserve judgment on that point, and say just that I had a great time and leave it at that. Oh, and yes, people do in fact respond when, in the middle of a crowded bar, you clear your throat and call out, “The stars at NIGHT are big and BRIGHT!”
I know. I’m so original.
But here I am. Back in NYC, heading rapidly towards the end of another summer, and shaking my head in disbelief at how fast this one went. But Austin was my last break for a while, so hold on to your hats, for I am back in the bloggin’ saddle. Grasping the bloggin’ reins. Tipping my bloggin’ hat. Stompin’ my bloggin’ boots. Spinnin’ my bloggin’ spurs...
I know. You’re thrilled.
Shut up.
posted by P/O at 8/29/2006 12:33:00 PM
3 Comments:
I, for one, am thrilled. I was wondering if you'd dropped off the face of the earth.
I've always heard Austin was the most un-Texas part of Texas. That's all secondhand, though, as I've never been to that state at all.
YEE-HAW!
There is some perverted joke I should make about riding and a saddle maybe, but I'm inispired this mornign. Blame on the rain!
Happy belated birthday!
And by the way, there's no basement in the Alamo.
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