Love me some Lone Star
At slumber parties, you never want to be the one to fall asleep first. Whoever succumbs to slumber first runs the risk of her pals deviously dipping her hand into warm, and then immediately following, icy water, causing the victim to wet the bed.
That was Austin.
Today is October 1st, and yet the temperature was well above 90 degrees, at 95% humidity. Ah, but the clever Austinites have figured out the miracle of air conditioning, and they know how to blast it. Therefore, my experience was a revolving door of hot / cold / hot / cold, leaving me in a perpetual state of needing to pee.
Or maybe it was all of the ice chips I was feeding myself in order to stave off a stroke.
Austin is amazing. I loved it. I want to live on South Congress street and eat at taco bars every day. I want to be one of those effortlessly cool girls in cowboy boots and hip jewelry, nursing a Corona and speaking Spanish intermittently. I want to claim every lone star I see.
I do NOT want to sweat. But I suppose I could powder my nose recurrently.
Austin is like that beautiful, intelligent, creative woman – the one we all know – seemingly unattainable to outsiders. And Austinites are the mysterious ones who have won her heart, who have achieved her favor. It is cacti and palm trees, Spanish crosses and mosaic art, bats and armadillos, vintage and edgy, red and yellow and gold and turquoise.
We loved it so much, we decided to become snake charmers.
We were so Texan, we found a LIVE LIZARD in the light fixture of Becca’s closet.
And I woke up each morning to this guy, who wanted to spoon.
I left Becca and Gabe after their first day of school, and they will be the stars of the class.