Top Ten Things About my Trip to Austin

In no particular order.
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(1) Getting kicked out of Guero's taco bar because Hillary Clinton was having her post-debate party there. Going back two nights later to see hunky Luke Wilson at a nearby table. Joking endlessly with Nicole about what we were going to tell everyone we did with him. Finding out that Joanna's cousin actually DID.
















(2) Randomly going into the Continental club to see swing dancing. Having to go all the way to Austin to finally get a very-famous-instructor who-is-way-too-got-for-me to ask me to dance. Having a very large asthma attack after a very fast dance that left me wheezing, literally, all week.






(3) Having JetBlue calling us at 2:30 in the morning to tell us our 5pm flight was canceled the next day. Being mature enough to decided to get the hell out of there before we were flying in really dangerous weather. Pulling an all-nighter to pack and make the flight. Finding out the 7am flight we booked got canceled, too, after we returned the rental. Laughing hysterically about it instead of crying.

(4) Discovering that everything on the Austin highways looks the same. There is an IHOP and a Target and a La Quinta at every exit it seems, making it really hard to figure out where the hell we were. Ever. Making endless u-turns, which are on offer ALL THE TIME. Leaving Austin City Limits (not the music festival, the ACTUAL city limits) before realizing we were about 1/2 hour in the wrong direction. This happening overandoverandover.














(5) Going to BINGO, hanging with the old ladies. Almost winning. TWICE.

(6) Doing the Texas two-step with Paul. And country-line-dancing. Wearing all black and looking like a total outcast.












(7) Doing the booty-drop with Joanna, only to have my jeans tear wide open, along the crotch, front-to-back. Tying a sweatshirt around my waist, continuing to dance with cool breeze blowing up my va-jay-jay all night.


















(8) Learning that they do all say y'all, even though just about all the Austinites I met were born and raised elsewhere. Realizing that they the boys are indeed gentlemanly, even if it might only be because it's real easy to buy a girl a beer when they're only $2.50. Also realizing that they become just as creepy after getting their fill of those cheap beers, but discovering that just one nod to a bouncer and that creep will get kicked right out of the bar, no questions asked.

(9) Substituting the adjective of "Everything's bigger in Texas" at will. ie: Drunker, louder... Overusing "That's What she said" like one of my teenage students would do, yet never getting sick of hearing it. Getting saucy with the waiter when he asks "Is there anything I can do for you ladies?" I reply, "That's a loaded question. Can you be more specific?"


(10) Good times with good friends, margaritas made with fresh squeezed lime and no sour mix, great music, friendly folks.