Lately she’s written about gumbo, queso and crawfish, making me the Homesick Texan.
Spending time with Dave and Tara this week, our conversation turned once again to our plans to Eat Through Austin — a tour we consumed back in 2004 when Omar got married. That’s the last time I’ve been to Austin, and I hear it’s gone through some changes since then.
I know my Eat Through Austin pangs are bad when I’m craving Texadelphia or a sandwich from Thundercloud. That’s not just “Wow, I wish I could eat Salt Lick today” normal Austin nostalgia. I’m craving a sandwich on Oltorf. That’s got to be more about the feeling of being in Austin on a nice day, picking up a couple of sandwiches to take down by the lake, having the laziest of Sundays.
Is it too much to ask for one real Tex-Mex joint in Los Angeles? It seems every other person around here is from Texas. Why can’t we all get together and demand some decent migas?
Dammit, now I’m going to end up making homemade migas and queso and guacamole and buy some Shiner and find myself immobile on the couch stuffed with deliciousness and pain, weeping guilty tears from trying to create a gastric time machine. All because it’s a billion degrees outside and I can’t get to Trudy’s from here.
[In lieu of an actual entry, because it’s been a little busy over here these days.]
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The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on our front steps when it pours outside. Continue reading
i know nothing and then just go back to work
Wow. I couldn’t have been more wrong on yesterday’s predictions. Actually, I guess I didn’t really do any predictions, but rather discussed who should have been nominated, but check this list out:
with the amount of time i spent in the spa you wouldn’t think it was possible to be this sore
Best. Trip. Ever.
No, really, I had a great time. My mother said to me on our flight into Vegas, “Don’t you think it will be strange meeting a bunch of people that you only know from writing every day?”
And I thought, for a second, that it would be. And then I met everyone.
thursdays are killing me
it’s time for the friday link-a-lot
So, I open the Austin Chronicle yesterday afternoon, and who do I see but Paul and Andy. I’ve never seen Andy with a mohawk before. Well, if you’re gonna do an article on nudity in Austin theatre, you’d better call Andy. I’m just sayin’.
almost out of birthday week
Well, Birthday Week is quickly coming to a close, but I did have a rather fun time at my party this weekend. Since the digital camera is the new toy of the house, people were taking pictures left and right (that is, until the batteries died). They didn’t sign wavers or anything, but I’m pretty sure I told all of them that their pictures would be up. I think I did, anyway. Pretty sure. Yeah. I don’t know. There was lots of wine involved.
people are coming, for christ’s sake.
First: a joke for the Pittsburgh people. Have you seen the new Pennsylvania quarters? Yeah, you can tell by the Giant Iggle on the back.
Bah-dum-bum. Feel free to pass that one around, but give me credit.
i’ll let eric finish that up for you.
Because I had to write yesterday’s entry three times, I forgot this link to Jette’s account of last week.
So, we have a funnel cat.
We took Cal to the vet and they took one look at his Upper Respiratory Infection and his pinkeye and they slapped a funnel around his head. It’s the saddest and funniest thing ever. The cat tries to walk backwards. He slams his head into things. Because he’s missing a tail his balance is already off, so he keeps slamming his head into things and then falling over. It got to be too damn sad last night after he got so depressed about hitting his head that he just stopped moving. So, we took off the funnel and just watched him to make sure he didn’t rub his pinkeye.