That Was Fun!


June 13th, 2010 10:03 PM -05

After a crappy work week, I was stoked when Dan suggested Mexican food on Friday night.  (“Mexican food” is Texan for “yummy goodness with margaritas”).

Two frozen sangria margaritas and the Del Rio plate later, I was a very happy camper.  Sloshy happy.  I don’t think we were home 30 minutes before we passed out on the couch.  We finally dragged upstairs when it occurred to me.  Oh shit. We had to get up at 7:30am!  For a child’s 10:30ambirthday party! In AUSTIN!  I downed a glass of water, crossed my fingers and hit the pillow.

That 7:30 alarm was painful.  I dragged my butt though getting ready and packing.  By 8:30, we were on the road with an important pit stop at Starbucks.  I ordered a Grande Soy Extra Coffee Caramel Frappucino with an extra shot of espresso.  Now when the Barista hesitatingly asks “Did you say you want an extra shot in your extra coffee Frappucino…” that’s a sign you’ve made a huge mistake.  Baristas spend their days hopped on coffee.  When one calls you out, they might as well stamp your drink with a big red A for addict.  Still feeling the alcohol aftermath, I told him to proceed with reckless caffeination.

I took a sip expecting the typical, sweet, milkshake-like pick-me-up.  Instead, I was hit with a java jolt that promptly removed all tequila traces.  Starbucks should market this medical miracle.  Think of how much money they’d make off Soberccinos!

We made record time to Austin, arriving respectably tardy for our nephew’s 5th birthday party.  I say “our nephew,” but it’s still surreal to call him that.  I’m used to him being Dan’s nephew… but it’s cute being called “Aunt Tehwuh”  again.  My 10 year old niece and 12 nephew have been able to pronounce their “Rs” for quite awhile now.  🙂  The best part was when I spotted the birthday boy’s 3 year old sister sitting inside a netted in bounce house.  When I called out her name, her eyes widened and she flashed the biggest surprised smile.  She came hopping over to us, so we couldn’t just leave her there.  We jumped inside the bounce house and jumped with her.  Dan and I represented our mad Pump It Up skills.  We played hoops and ran through the obstacle course like champs.   We totally need to change our names to Hanz and Franz.

After the party, we headed for our hotel.  I noticed so many highway signs alerting us to watch out for motorcyclists that I said something to Dan.  He surmised that the warmer weather meant more motorcycles would hit the road.  Mkay – fair enough.

Then we reached Downtown Austin.   We were greeted by an abnormally high ratio of leather-skinned, butt short-clad grandmas straddling bikes driven by chain-smoking, off-duty mall Santas.   We’d done it again.  We’d happened upon another major Austin event.  Last time, it was Relay Weekend.  This time?   The Republic of Texas Biker Rally.   Between flag-drapped World Cup spectators and the bikers, it made for some awesome people watching.

Later that night, we met up with 5 friends we typically only see on holidays, when they visit family in Houston.   Good times were had over Mexonesian food and beverages.

We got home this afternoon with some time to spare for Sunday grocery shopping, green drink making and house cleaning.

Now it’s 10:00pm, and tomorrow is Monday.

I had a great time this weekend, but I could use an extra day to catch up.

Come on, freakish climate gods, Tara needs a snow day!

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