Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bye Bye Betty

Betty's last few days are here and there has been a flurry of goodbyes...First was the group of friends from school.

Then we went out for a final farewell to Chuy's for mexican food. Betty tried tres leches cake for the first time. She was mad at Hero Husband for not telling her about it sooner.

The last night was for the the rest of the family, Hannah, Josie and the kids to come by for a last goodbye.

Her early flight meant we had to leave for the airport by 3:15 the next morning so Super Son and Miss Thing said their goodbyes before bed.

It has been 8 months and Betty is happy to being seeing her family again, we are happy that she is happy and we look forward to going to see her next summer!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Full Contact Two-Step

Hero Husband and I took Betty and Hannah out to the Broken Spoke for some good old two-stepping. I had forgotten that this place has the smallest dancefloor (upside is that the place is always full) and lowest ceiling (everyone looks really tall) of any place I have ever been. The girls took a dance lesson and then we set to tearing up the floor. It was so much fun and terribly over due. We had an awesome time even as the floor got so packed that we literally got stuck in a dance traffic jam and engaged in a bit of full contact two-stepping. All I can say is elbows were involved and if you think we look bad you should see the other guys!

We're here till Thursday...Tip your zombie waitress

Last weekend Hero Husband ran in the Capital 10K. A uniquely Austin race that has developed a bit of reputation for lets just call it "originality".

He ran a good time and was happy to have done it. We staked out a spot on the course about halfway so we could see him and take in the "originality".

For some reason Super Son & Miss Thing decided that taking harmonicas would be a great idea. I found no fault in their logic and boy am I glad that I didn't argue. Once the runners were truly under way we settled in for what became Super Son a-polooza ~ with a harmonica. I kid you not the runners were cheering for him and thanking him for the "concert". Miss Thing pooped out a little early, but when she was on she was on and they made an impressive duo.

I was so busy clapping, cheering and taking photos that I missed the hug a native Austinite runner and when she heard my lament she turned around, after already beginning the downhill, and came back to allow me to claim my native hug. One native to another. Pretty sure that didn't happen too often that day!

Where you may be wondering do zombies fit in.

Earlier this year someone hacked a traffic warning sign in downtown Austin. I think we actually made the CNN news of the weird. I personally though it was hilarious.

I include the story because one particularly funny set of runners chose this as their costume. One was the sign and chasing him...a zombie. I truly couldn't be more irritated that they were actually running at a pretty decent clip and I didn't get a picture, but apparently zombies were a theme this year and considering my "out" status I found the theme all the more funny. Zombies really are people too.

And just to round things out we have lady with a giant taco hat, the Blues Brothers (who offered to buy Miss Thing ~ creepy), balloon turkey/dodo bird man and the ever classic "Runny" nose. Now you know you want to come and watch the 10k next year don'tcha?

Blue October Blisters

I have been to see some live music lately...Sarah Hickman, The Eggmen, but nothing has been so anticipated in our house as the approaching date for the Blue October concert.

Okay so the anticipation was largely on my part, but my kids have their own favorites from the newest album so I know I am not alone in being excited even though they didn't get to go.

Anyway, I go into full on fan mode and insist on arriving when the will call booth opens because the venue is general admission with no seating. We got rock star parking but I guess I have gotten used to the VIP treatment in many things because I forgot how long lines can be when you are at the end of them and oh boy were we at the end. I also forgot how badly it hurts to stand in really cute strappy heels for 6 hours. My blisters had blisters this morning. I managed to inadvertently sniff out the most odourous pot dealer in Austin (and I am sure managed to get a contact high while trying to do my best to breathe around him). And I think I set a new record in the port-a-potty hoover-athon. I swear I am buying one of these if I make a habit of venues that use port-a-potties.

But the music...oh the music. It was a think of beauty. I have always wished I had some musical talent (I don't) and seeing some of the songs that have most moved me over the last few years performed live was wonderful. Lyrically staggering, they have a violin and a singer who does a shout out to his Mom who is there to see the show too.

My adoration could have something to do with the auditory deprivation. I think the last big concert I went to was Shania Twain (don't you dare repeat it. I will never admit it) but regardless of the reason I was sated. I dreamt musical dreams and am truly happy for the experience.