...pretty easy to relax when the sun is shining and temps are climbing to 80 degrees the Hottest SegCity...that's right...
zooming toward the Capitol at a whopping 16mph...vroooooooooommmmmm
still sunny, still relaxed...
bike lust at Mellow Johnny's
tough decisions at Amy's
more curiosities at the coolest toy shop ever
ummmm...wow...NOT Toys R Us...not at all
stretching our legs with the doggies at Barton Springs before departure...
Upon arrival, we head straight to the Mother of All Whole Foods for lunch (which we enjoy under the sunniest sky I've seen in months)...BBQ, Ginger Beer, fresh pineapple and 80 degrees. Anything else will be a bonus...
Carolyn takes us back to her home where I promptly trade my red suede Camper boots for FLIP-FLOPS (ahhhh, bliss)...after acquainting myself with the lovely surroundings, I want to stretch my legs and explore the neighborhood. Following a lazy walk (Carolyn's dog led the way)and a long nap, we are ready to join Laurie & Carolyn for some fine Texas home-cooked goodness at Threadgill's (where Janis Joplin used to sing). Our servers are Crystal Gale (her Momma was a fan) and Heidi Claire (for real).
Bronzed (buttered?) Catfish, sweet potato fries, and roasted corn for me...yummy. This little getaway is all about relaxing, enjoying good food (and tasty Margaritas), soaking up some sun, and sleeping as late as I can...when Colin informed me of his jaunt to Austin to visit family, it only took a minute to envision my budget, check the schedule at work, cover care for Feisty Four Year-Old and sheepishly ask, "May I go with you??" Here I am!
Blue skies, warm sun greet me again...Colin's cousin, Ryan, is dressed in pink elephant pajamas & playing Wii tennis (please don't make me play, please)...She got home late last night from a concert (Brad Paisley, Dierks Bentley & Darius Rucker...this is Texas, folks) and we have yet to meet.
"Hi, I'm Kim..."
We click immediately...I love her! In a matter of minutes, we are already conspiring to make Colin's heinous rockstar shades disappear...
A little breakfast, a little more Wii (Ryan & I are the backup dancers to Carolyn & Colin's American Idol duet), lazy time on the deck with the dogs...starting to feel like a vacation.
Carolyn informs us of the only planned activity for the weekend...(wait for it, wait for it...)
SegCity Tours of Austin!
"Wait, like, a Segway? We're riding a Segway?"
"Yes, all 5 of us."
Ryan and I agree to stick together at the pack of the pack, but it doesn't take long to feel like a Segway Badass (if there is such a thing)...It is weird. It is fun.
For the next two hours, we zoom around downtown Austin in dorky helmets and huge grins, eliciting all kinds of looks (bemusement? annoyance?) from pedestrians and traffic.
Texas is the only state that can fly its flag at the same height as the flag of the United States...
Am I bonking on my Segway? Do I need a Gu?
The Segway tour renders us tired and maybe a little cranky, but we dutifully soldier on to Mellow Johnny's (sans Segways, thank goodness) for bike lust & tee shirts! I score a Mike & The Bike Hat for Sonny Boy Dubeck and a cool tee for BP...I ogle a pair of gray leather Campy toe straps and some orange Velocity rims...just because.
Dinner is healthy at home...grilled Portobellos, quinoa, veggies...but, don't you worry because Ryan is taking us to Amy's for their famous ice cream!
Ice Cream. In January. Wearing Flip-Flops. I miss my kid, but man, this right here, right now this is heavenly.
I enjoy Cookie Monster (Mexican Vanilla ice-cream with crushed Chips Ahoy, broken Oreos and cookie dough), while Ryan & Colin have Leroy Jenkins in a cup...mmmmmm...so good.
Giddy from sugar, Ryan drives us the scenic way home...the deer in Austin are skinny, grayer and awfully skittish.
Early to bed...
First stop, Toy Joy...words cannot describe this incredible shrine to all things Toy (see pics, above)...I want to bring my kid to Austin for this little gem alone. Holy Sh**...Carolyn gives us an hour and time flies. I am a kid again. Suddenly, I need miniature plastic Romeos and Chinese New Year lanterns and googly eyes and Day of the Dead Nesting Dolls...it's overwhelming and I am nearly 34.
For the Boy Back Home, we procure a Jolly Roger Toast Stamper (!), Shark King & Super Boy Action Figures, a Star Wars lunch box, and a superhero magnet. Go, Mom! I can't leave without some vintage Valentines for myself and a Kabuki bottle opener for my gracious host, Colin.
Next stop, Buffalo Exchange thrift shop where I score a comfy hoodie and an RIP YSL tee (so hot).
Movie at the Alamo Draft House (Slumdog Millionaire...so great, go see it)...The beer selection on tap rivals most bars around here (Fireman's 4 for me, Arrogant Bastard for Colin...Ryan and her mom had Texas-sized waters) and the burgers are excellent.
At first, I am a little disconcerted with a burger instead of popcorn, but after a few sips of my lovely blonde ale, I am getting used to this.
I am not thinking about my bike.
I am not thinking about insomnia.
I am watching an amazing film and eating a burger, having a beer in the afternoon...
Later, Ryan's other mom, Nancy & Emily pick us up for dinner at Chuy's (where the Bush twins got popped for underage drinking, apparently)...Margaritas and gluttonous, yummy Tex-Mex...We are a loud bunch. Well-fed and loud.
Back at the house, more rowdiness ensues as game night takes off...this is gonna hurt tomorrow...
Maybe a little hung-over, maybe a little travel-weary, I am anxious to get home to my son. Laurie is still down & out with a nasty cold, so Carolyn, Ryan, Colin, and I head to Barton Springs to walk the dogs and see the south side of Austin.
The temps are cooler...cold, actually...I am coming back to life.
After a tasty burrito at Shady Grove, we pack up and spend the afternoon relaxing.
Carolyn takes us to the airport in her glorious Mystery Machine...I'm lucky to have spent time with her because she makes it impossible to feel anything other than relaxed.
The flight is uneventful...what am I so scared of?
I get home close to midnight, but wake my son anyway... I've missed him and it's good to be home.