November 10, 2007


Last night we made it out for a night on the town in Austin. The martinis were lovely, followed up with a decadent Indian dinner, ending up at Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon. Home of Chicken Shit Bingo on Sundays, alas, we cannot go as the mutherfreakingwedding situation (and for those who don't know what that means, there is a chicken in a cage with a bingo card at the bottom and you bet on which number the chicken is going to shit on . . . Fantastic!). Ginny's is a true and real honkey tonk saloon. The Dance hall Cowboys were playing and all their songs started with those three violin cords. You know the ones . . . They go dun dun duuuuun (insert fiddle here). As the music starts you imagine a dance floor filled with cowboy hats and blue jeans. The dancers start moving around in the boot scootin' honkey tonk shufflin' sort of way. We drank Budweiser and Pabst Blue Ribbon out of cans as a better prepared older crowd ordered sodas and ice to add liquor from flasks they had handy by with them.

Today, we're slower. We started the day with coffee . . . then a beer . . . then we ate at a superfantastic joint where the Mexicans eat . . . then we shopped for TX kitsch and smokin' hot boots at Justin's Westernwear. Goddammit, smokin' hot boots are spendy.

Swell day, eighty degrees and all. We had happy hour by the lake and some good eats at at Casa de Miss M.

Tomorrow . . . driving, etc. (and by etc. we mean a muthershratchinwedding . . .) Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu . . .


savannah said...

but did you BUY any boots, sugar?

dive said...

Yeah. We need photos!
Sod the wedding. Go see the chicken.

Fresh Hell said...

Savannah~ prudence made me turn away from the $400 price tag for that adventure. Oh, but they were singing to my soul.

Dive ~ I wanted to put up pictures from Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon, but I only had my phone, for which the camera is suckin' and I was unable to get a single shot off that was worth a lick. Perhaps I'll show the camera phone failure. Alas, the chickenshit bingo conflicts with the wedding.