Could I live in Texas?
I was only in Austin for two glorious days, but as I sat in the airport waiting to leave, I looked at someone's cowboy boots and felt really sad. Could I be a Texan? No, probably not. L's (formerly of this nonglorious city) husband, whose family has been in Texas since before it was a state, informed me that Austin is not actually Texas and that I should move there immediately. He also told me that it is not the South or the Southwest. It is Austin. Here's what else it has/is:
80 degrees
sunny
literally hundreds of attractive over-thirty men (granted, some of them were dads at the car wash, but I saw no ring)
margaritas
beer
tacos
Texas barbeque
decks
outdoor seating everywhere
cacti and these strange brown slender birds who make really cool noises
affordable and adorable houses
neighborhood pride
A cowboy who casually offered his lap to L. (who replied, waving toward her husband, "no, I only sit on him.")
One of the weirdest costume stores on the planet
one of the best coffee shops on the planet
strange and amazing neon signs
rollerderby
apparently one of the top three cities for single women
jobs for which I may be qualified
all kinds of connections through L's super political and community-involved husband
Adults. Having fun.
Families and couples who somehow don't inspire jealousy and/or disgust
non-white people
I have pictures and will figure out soon how to show them to you.
Ok, when it's July and 110 degrees, I would probably be miserable. Also--Texas? I think what I may have to do is just live there in the winter, and stay in Boston for the summer. My imaginary patron said this is ok, as long as I dedicate my first book to him. I said fine.
80 degrees
sunny
literally hundreds of attractive over-thirty men (granted, some of them were dads at the car wash, but I saw no ring)
margaritas
beer
tacos
Texas barbeque
decks
outdoor seating everywhere
cacti and these strange brown slender birds who make really cool noises
affordable and adorable houses
neighborhood pride
A cowboy who casually offered his lap to L. (who replied, waving toward her husband, "no, I only sit on him.")
One of the weirdest costume stores on the planet
one of the best coffee shops on the planet
strange and amazing neon signs
rollerderby
apparently one of the top three cities for single women
jobs for which I may be qualified
all kinds of connections through L's super political and community-involved husband
Adults. Having fun.
Families and couples who somehow don't inspire jealousy and/or disgust
non-white people
I have pictures and will figure out soon how to show them to you.
Ok, when it's July and 110 degrees, I would probably be miserable. Also--Texas? I think what I may have to do is just live there in the winter, and stay in Boston for the summer. My imaginary patron said this is ok, as long as I dedicate my first book to him. I said fine.
posted by Julia Story at 5:51 AM
5 Comments:
Oh, and rockabilly. Did I mention rockabilly? And the hotties that play it (though of course I'm done with musicians).
And Richard Linklater. Lance Armstrong, too, but, you know, he's a little too chummy with the Shrub.
I tried to hide my obsession with Slacker while there, but secretly I kept pretending that I was living out the movie. It wasn't very hard.
Austin also has a strong Queer community, of which one of my very best friends is a member, and may soon be the home of one T. May----d.
(Body Mascot):Wow! really? how is T May...?
Austin sounds fabulous. I have no other word for it (not true: I thought "yummy" first, but can't account for that word). Have been wondering if I can live in the SW again...not sure...probably not. Though maybe Austin, or somewhere remote in NM.
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