ON THE SUBJECT OF PAINTING
I'm not sure which one of them won the bet, but I can guarantee you that here was some kind of wager going on. Despite my protest that I was not going to invest my time, money and talent in painting anything in the home we've leased for 2 years in Austin, they know me too well.
I vowed that I was not going to get overly invested in this home. I certainly haven't made my mind up if I even like Austin, I just know that this is the first week I haven't been a sweaty mess.
102 days. That's how long I made it without unpacking my trusted companions. My brush fits in my hand just so and I love my little 9 inch roller. It's small but mighty and I can paint for miles without splattering everywhere.
My methods are a bit unorthodox. I don't mess with a lot of tape, drop cloths, paper. I paint my edges freehand and move along one wall at a time. I realize most people don't proceed in this matter.
Take my husband. Please. He's driving me totally batty, we don't approach projects from the same prospective. There's a very good reason I normally wait for a business trip to dive into any particular renovation. So, I lay down a little painters tape to make him happy...but the puppy kept pulling it off of the wall and running away with it so I went back to my old ways.
I love looking back at the finished product, it makes me feel worthy. Sure, it's still a neutral color (Sherwin Williams Netske) but it gives the wall some depth, a bit of richness and it's enough of a hue to demonstrate a contrast with the woodwork, crown molding and fireplace stone. (Please excuse the poor pictures, my camera is not cooperating).
To top it off, the paint finish has a sheen. I'll be able to wash it up when necessary plus I'll have left over paint to keep for touch ups.
ON THE SUBJECT OF "FUN FEST"
I'll admit I had some serious reservations about allowing my daughters to attend a live musical festival downtown in Austin with one of their friends and her mother. Mostly it was that it was costly and secondly I was concerned about what kind of a scene it would be.
As teens tend to do, they cajoled and bargained and wore me down.There was supposed to be 4 stages with music, comedians and performance art. They were so determined to go see the band MGMT which is on our dance playlist and something we regularly play and traipse around the house to.
I've chosen a selection from You Tube in case you're not familiar. The clip I selected is blank with lyrics because I wanted to you to hear the band the way I've thought of them, as I had never seen a video of them before. I couldn't find a suitable video with high enough quality to post on here, plus the ones I did find show a band that is pretty "out there".
Agreeing to go, armed with my sketch book and other boredom busters, I figured I could keep myself occupied and listen to some music I might not ordinarily play on my car radio while keeping an eye on these girls.
"Fun Fest" crowd
We met up with one of their school chums and her mother , who I assure you is a perfectly nice and lovely individual. Reservations about our plans quickly set in after about 20 minutes. The only music we could hear while in line was loud, head banging, hair pulling, screaming sort of ying yang. Doubts set in, can I really endure 4 hours of this kind of stuff while waiting to hear MGMT?
The crowd was rough looking. I try not to judge a book by it's cover but the aroma I smelled was not of the good sort. I would not say I was frightened, I'm from Detroit people. I've seen nothing since our move to Austin that has scared me.
What really sealed the deal on our change of plans and eventual exit was the school chum. She was treating her mother horribly while we were in line. It made for a very uncomfortable situation for all of us. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and checked my incoming text message.
It was from my 15 year old daughter who was standing next to me in line. Can we go? I looked at her, mouthed the word really? She shook her head affirmatively. OK, now we are in an awkward situation waiting in line with her friend for this concert but after a 2 minutes of thought I took the fall.
"You know, I just don't think I can stand this for 4 hours. I feel awful, but I think we are going to switch gears and go eat a nice meal and shop around on South Congress. You are welcome to join us". Her mom encouraged us to do what we needed to do. She told me she was hoping her daughter would change her mind and they would catch up with us.
So just like that, we left, thanking God that we did not spend a boat load of money to get into a music festival where we may have been miserable for hours. My 13 year old was confused and aggravated, as she had never been to any kind of concert.
Luckily she was persuaded by her sister, who had the good sense to know when to cut her losses that we would have fun lolly gagging and see a concert at another time.
ON THE SUBJECT OF LOLLY GAGGING
First things first, we unanimously decided to seek out food and a clean bathroom so we could lollygag in a sated state of mind. We landed at Hopdoddy Burger Bar, a relatively new establishment on South Congress.
Hopdoddy Burger Bar
Fresh ground burgers. Everything local. Homemade buns, ice cream and fresh squeezed juices sounded like a winner and it was. Right away we know we needed to try the Mexican Vanilla or Dutch Chocolate milk shakes along with our burgers.
The fries were seasoned with sea salt and some fresh herbs. However, when your menu says "chili cheese fries", to someone from Michigan that doesn't mean fries served with a side of Queso. We got a big kick out of our servers T shirt which said: We spank our patties and they like it.
It was fun, clean, contemporary, fresh and the locals in the booth next to us were very excited about the selection of local beer and guiness on draft. It definitely was the rest and refill we needed before proceeding to the vintage shops along South Congress including our favorite, Uncommon Objects which had the weirdest assortment of items, as promised on the sign.
Where else can you find 1970's lamps, macramé, framed dermatology illustrations from the early 1900's, crocodile hides, old teeth and boxed science projects? Some of our favorites:
family of dressed up skunks
old painted wooden cards
We finished off the night with a little bit of sight seeing (ie: getting lost in the city) and after having made a pretty fun night out of an uncomfortable situation the baby decided to return to her disgruntled state of mind over not having seen a concert.
Oh well, I guess that's her choice as a teenager. I, however know for a fact that fun was had by all...just not AT the "Fun Fest".
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