Club meetings will occur once a month in my living room, where we will discuss Fifty's music, lick lollipops and shoot at stuff with illegally-obtained firearms. Big fun.
I wasn't going to say anything, but I can't help it:
I love the city of Austin, Texas. Loooooove it.
For years I've heard the glories of this city, how much fun it is, how I really must go someday. I usually avoid partaking in anything pumped up by "hype" as such situations tend to fall flat. But I'm finally here, and I never want to leave. Ever. Just leave all my furniture behind, I'll buy a new car, I'm going to stay.
When I go to a new city, it's nice to look at the architecture, eat in the restaurants, see the sights. But a "city" is mostly comprised of its people, and the interactions you have on a daily basis while going about the insignificant details involved in running your life. Going to get a cup of coffee here is fun. Walking down an Austin street is fun. People-watching here is fun.
I'm writing a travel article about Austin, which will come out in a few weeks, so I won't spill the beans yet about my activities. But trust me, it's a great place to be. The city's unofficial slogan is "Keep Austin Weird," a response to the droves of people moving here and thereby diluting the funky vibe. But if it's alright, Austin, I'd like to be one of those new residents. I think I could help retain the integrity of the town. I am, after all, pretty weird.
Hugs. Mother's Day is Sunday! Buy your mom a little something!