I Survived Eat Through Austin

…and then this morning I Googled “master cleanse.”

ooooooohhhhhhhhh man, I am full of food. This year’s food-trip with Tara and Dave was shorter than the last time, but I managed to get an extraordinary amount of eating in. I started strong and ended strong, you guys. I had ice cream for dinner last night. Yes, that is bragging.

We did some antiquing (someone please send me these chairs), some drinking (heh, “some”), and some friend-gathering as we repeatedly hid from the oppressive heat. I recorded a podcast as the first female guest for a future episode of Totally Hungover, which may or may not end up being the last time they allow a female guest. There was officially too much Whataburger and not enough migas. Read more

It’s Still Too Soon To Tell This Story

Driving home tonight, I thought about Mardi Gras in Austin, and how it’s been a while since I’ve celebrated Fat Tuesday. In the South, there are days leading up to it with anticipation — the food, the beads, the planned parties. There was a time when New Orleans made it illegal to go topless (is that still the case?). But Austin, in its wonderful weirdness, legally allows people to roam shirtless.

So.

Mardi Gras, 2000, was a particularly difficult month for me. I wrote very little about the bad things that were happening, but basically I went to Aspen, got back and my world, as I knew it, changed. It caused me to do things I wouldn’t normally do, like impulsively buy concert tickets for a show on the other side of the country, decide it was time to move to Los Angeles, or get drunk at Mardi Gras and party on a roof.

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LINKS!

I’m spending Labor Day laboring. You shouldn’t be. Here are some links.

My friend Alyson is keeping a blog about the movie she’s making. In case you were wondering if it’s easy. (It’s not).

Longtime Squishy readers may recall my comedy troupe friends Matt Sadler and Matt Bearden. They’ve been working together on a videogame and it is now available. Of all the people coming to the wedding, my mom asked in specific if Matt Sadler was coming, because they have this weird crush on each other. I think it’s best if Mom never sees Matt Sadler asking hot chicks to take off their tops.

And my friend’s husband scored a movie about Karl Rove, called Bush’s Brain. You might like to check that out.

And Sara M is now blogging.

Letters

a few notes to send out

Dear Eric,
As much as you love visiting your family, I’m very excited that you are coming home tonight. I wish it weren’t so late. I’m not too familiar with the new airport, so I don’t know if I’ll meet you at the gate or not. I’ll be somewhere around there, though, so don’t worry.

Give my love to your family before you get on that plane. And don’t forget to bring home your Christmas presents again, like last year.

Love,
Pamie.

P.S.– The washing machine seems to be broken. I’m blaming Matt and Becca. I know that they used it when we were gone. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I threw our throw rug in the wash thinking it would be spotless when you got home, but instead tore itself to shreds inside the machine and turned the inside of the machine a bizarre orange. But, you know, school spirit and all, we should have a burnt orange washing machine, right? Heh-heh. Uh, anyway, now it seems to just hold water in there for a while and not wash or rinse anything at all. I’ll talk to Matt about it, so don’t you worry about anything.

P.P.S.– I love you!

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swirly

my tummy and my head

Matt Sadler, of Natch fame, won last night’s Open Audition for Aspen. He’s going to Los Angeles next month to compete in another finalist round. How cool is that?

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being competitive

one upping the one person show

Oh, I’m sleepy.  It’s been a long week, but I’ve only been at work for three days.

We tech the show tonight.  This means for the first time ever people will see this show that aren’t Eric or the cats.  I’m a little nervous, but I’m sure Ray, Chuy and Matt will be a good crowd.  My hope is that if it really isn’t good one of them will come up to me and say, “Look, I really think you should just pretend that you came down with an illness or something and back out of this thing.  Really.  For your sake, for my sake… for everyone’s sake, really.”

But I’m sure that won’t happen.

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little voice

I’m feeling a bit better

Well, what happens when you sit around your house for two days feeling sorry for yourself and not talking?

Your voice comes back.

Not completely, but enough for me to come back to work.  Enough for me to get out of the house, which I really needed.  Last night I was so bored from sitting around my house that I fell asleep at eleven.  I haven’t done that in I don’t know how long.

Because so much time has passed since my last “real” entry, things are starting to blur and fade.  The wholeness of the weekend is starting to break up into moments that I don’t want to forget.  Now I just have little notes to myself:

 

things to remember…

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