Shalloween Freedom

OK, for once, I didn't feel the effects of Shalloween. There were no random make outs and slurs laced with drugs or Smirnoff. And, could this be a first? No bare asses hanging out of any costumes. Phew. If I saw one more slutty maid's butt...........

I was with an awesome group with inventive costumes. I mean, the fact that I could dress up like Sylvia Plath and actually have people recognize me is a big step up from gettin shwasted on 6th Street. Instead, there was creative concoctions to drink from and a strobe light that made the beams of light coming at you palpable. There is nothing better than seeing a well-organized Halloween party. I mean, a fire pit out back, a skeleton greeter at a creaky door, and even ghouls awaiting you in the bathroom. To say the least, I was dancing with more than one bloody creature last night.

Ladies.....Halloween has not always been our most adorable and classy day of the year (in fact, most of your costumes start with slutty as your adjective) but, this year, I saw many of you looking downright homely. But hey, I got quite a few laughs, and could it be that the evolution of men (or perhaps I am just entering a more pleasing and mature age bracket) is really occurring and they now really appreciate a good, well-thought out ensemble? I mean, smart people are sexy, and it's about time we all started acknowledging this!

I will give away one Halloween outfit that I saw, in case you need something for next year....some guy bought REALLY hairy arm/sleeve things and said he was the 2nd Amendment. Can you guess what he was? The right to bare arms! Brilliant, I mean really top notch.

So get your pens out and start documenting for next year, because let's face it, you're getting too old to be a sassy devil or the oxymoron that is a slutty angel.

Happy Halloween!!!

Austin City Budget Limits

So, as most of you know, ACL was this weekend. ACL is one of the biggest music festivals in Texas, and certainly the 2nd biggest in Austin (second only to South by Southwest). But, the problem is that it can be a little pricey, and you have to rely on potentially pretentious Hipsters to choose bands you actually like. This year I, unfortunately, was too poor to go on any of the days, and worse yet, I had to watch all the college students around me wave around their 3-day wrist bands like they were snooty religious zealots showing off purity rings to the damned. How is that I have a reasonable job and can't afford a one-day pass, when these fools don't work at all and are going to the entire music ensemble? Well, I guess that is just life, and I have to admit I have blown a VERY substantial amount of money travelling, so I can not be too harsh of a judge.

On the brighter, and creatively frugal side, I did make an effort to at least hear some music. Miss Heather and I biked our butts downtown and, once seeing the herds of people, decided to park our bikes prematurely. In case you don't live here, let me tell you that it is not SO close from downtown to Zilker. But, it's October, and people were walking with vigor and biking with sloppy grins so all was fine. I even saw a rather mystical man painting with the same intensity I have seen mother's exhibit while tracing the lines of their daughter's faces. At times it can be nice, too, to be swept up in the crowds of others (especially the intriguing outdoorsy crowds and those wearing flowy skirts and Indiana-Jones type hats.

After finding the correct, ACL outsider/hovering crowd that was the same likeness as us, we proceeded to wander the trails and outskirts of the temporary fencing in order to listen to any and all bands. What was not expected, was the wildlife that seemed particularly vivacious on that Saturday afternoon. Turtles were abundant, and jumping off logs like synchronized swimmers in snug one-pieces, and we saw a few feisty swans have a go at some grackles. Per usual, there was that one couple that insisted upon feeding these "delicate" creatures, only to find that the power they can cock their necks with is really quite frightening. So, while some people moshed on the insides of the festival, I climbed out onto a sturdy branch and watched as the most peaceful part of Austin refused to be rippled from its lazy afternoon rituals. And hey, we even got to grab a beer and watch some football afterwards, so all in all I would say it was a rousing success (and very reasonable workout) for one day!

I suppose the best part of Austin is that even though you FEEL like everyone else has money, in reality, there are many people that are in the same precarious, unsteady boat as you, and you know what? You're gonna have a lot more fun winding through the river than the others, and it feels kinda nice when you finally let yourself fall in :-)

Besides, isn't it better to have those unobtainable dreams dangling above you like lovely bobbing clouds than to pluck them down one by one like bruised apples?

Fall-ing

Some people just look at the sky and don't listen.

There is always silence, if you seek to find it. It is hard to be around these people, who are disappointed at the slightest thing, and can be surrounded by friends and all the while wishing for someone else.

I too, am guilty of this. Do I not crave my friends from home? Do I not project their faces, qualities, quirks upon the skinned slabs of others? Yes, indeed I do. But I do try and appreciate those around me, and instead of making irksome faces at those that do not come, I try to hug those that did.

You must cherish the marbles you do have, and put them in your velvet casing even if they are scratched and not as beautiful as the ones you once had. If you don't, they will roll out, one by one, and become lost in the edges of carved tables and sneaky floors. Better to have any game to play than none at all.

But I am guilty, now, of judgement. And that is a gruesome thing to be a part of. So I will just sip my coffee and appreciate this lovely Fall Sunday where all I do is Spring up into the person I want to be on the weekends (but rarely get around to being). One that fills their blustery days with tennis, coffee shops, bikes and baking.

Yes, I think today will be a lovely day, and I will sing to the leaves. I suppose they may be scared, so close to death as they are. But we will celebrate the life, the life, and watch as they spend their last days here in a fiery blaze that we will think about deep into the bleakness of winter. There is always a beauty at the end, for it is a continuous wheel that begins again.