In Austin Actin' Up!

Ok... the focus of today's post is the weekend of April 4th, 2008 (starting Thursday, April 3rd).

I was in dire need of a break of sorts, so I headed to Austin for the weekend. I actually killed two birds with one stone, because I did have a little work to do there as well. I thought it would be a great idea to just "nomad" it for the weekend.

Thursday April 3rd:

I threw my belongings in and gassed up my car (a whopping 50 bucks for a Toyota Camry) and headed down I10 in search of Austin, TX. I arrived in less than 2hrs and hooked up with a friend of mine who had moved there 6 months prior. I made a few wardrobe changes at her house and we headed out for the night.

We went to a club called the Beauty Bar. It was simply that! Extremely vintage and beautiful nonetheless. Her friend was in a rock band (can't remember the name), and they were pretty good. We listened to an assortment of bands and hushed ourselves with $2.00 "u call it's". My drink of choice was rum and pineapple juice. Ahhh delicious. It was extremely good for me to get away from my everyday life and enjoy myself. We had a blast deep into the night.

Dissection:

The club we went to had a predominantly "white" crowd, which was fine with me (I enjoy all different cultures which often puts me in the company of diverse ethnicities). I did notice that when "white" men get drunk they begin to notice the beauty of their "black" female counterparts. I have never heard, "Oh my gosh you are a BEAUTIFUL black woman, ah your style!". Other phrases included, "We would make some beautiful mixed babies". Obviously the mind automatically gets flattered by a compliment, but I had to stop myself.

Why was I a beautiful "black" women, instead of being a beautiful woman? Not sure. Why does color have to qualify (or disqualify) everything. Maybe it's because the races aren't truly equal. It totally saddens me. I believe in the beauty and equality of people, not races... what is race really? Why do we even have to label ourselves?

I believe my lesson in all of this was just to enjoy people and leave race at the door and also plant myself in surroundings that do the same. Obviously one will run into a jack ass every now and then but intent is what truly matters. The moral of the story is... I HAD A BLAST AT THE BEAUTY BAR!

Friday, April 4th, 2008:

(after handling my business)

I had the opportunity to hang out with my BESTEST FRIEND EVER! We have known each other since the age of 10 or 11. Every time we get together there's a PARTY! I think we get along so well because he is a male. There is just something about a good solid male friend. I love females (please don't get me wrong and those who know me deeply know the extent), but they are not as fun as guys. Obviously we women pack alot of emotion around with us on a daily bases. That is not the extent with men.

At any rate, me and Moses (as I will call him based on the fact that he got totally drunk on Friday night and walked around downtown Austin with a massive stick/tree branch, that we nicknamed his "moses stick") along with his partner (as they have an awesome business that they promote parties, do web design, and a bunch of other stuff) spent the rest of the weekend together.

We partied hard and just had an overall good time. I had not "kicked it" like that in years. On Friday early evening we went to an NFL mixer at Pappadeaux's and had endless catfish, shrimp and Swamp things (a frozen hurricane/margarita). After that we left and went back to the room to get dressed to head out and party. About 4 shots of patron and 5 mixed drinks later we stumbled back to the room (he found the "moses stick" on the way). I hit the mattress and that was a wrap!

April 5th, 2008:

I woke up around 1pm lacking a hangover (YAY)! I got word that a friend of mine from Dallas was staying in the same hotel as we were. We (Moses and I) headed up to her room and hung out for awhile. I then headed back down to the room to shower and change. After getting out of the shower another friend of mine called me to let me know she was on her way. I let the fellas know, and we made our way back to 6th street (a popular street in Austin known for bars, tattoo parlors and tourist shops) to hang.

After refusing to pay $40 to go to a Day Party we headed across the street, to another popular bar. About 6 shots of patron later my friend arrived. We got her caught up with our drunken stupors and we headed back to the room. To make an already long story short we partied it up again Saturday night... I will be honest when I say it was tad too much for me. I was so tired by 12am, I couldn't appreciate the second night of partying. We headed back to the room and shut it down for the night.

April 6th, 2008

After waking up and ordering room service ($30 for a plate of fruit and 3 glasses of OJ) we got ready for our departure. After checking out we headed to a really cool Japanese restaurant to eat before getting on the road. I delicately took in my sushi and cobb salad and headed to the car for the trek home.

Dissection:

I am a single mom who spends 55 (sometimes more) hours working weekly, with minimal help (he does go to his dad's on the weekend) but I am still working during these times as well. It felt so good to get away (knowing Sun was taken care of) and ENJOY myself, with out having to answer a list of questions from anyone.

I had good clean fun and I am so proud of myself. It wasn't about finding a man and "hooking up" or proving myself to anyone. It was about taking time to recharge and jump back into parenting and being a professional. God knows I needed it with the week I had once it was over!

I absolutely ADORE the city of Austin, TX. If I had family or more friends there, I would move in a heartbeat!

The End.

P.S.

I am not a drunk, I can just appreciate a few (dozen) shots of patron in a controlled environment. It tickles my fancy!

~austinwasgoodtome~