1. The first house I spent time at when I was in Austin had a stuffed deer head mounted on the wall and a BB Gun. The second house did too.
2. Okay, I do this thing where I tell stories that are too personal or too awkward so they fall very flat when sharing them with someone. I just like to give things away, and I love stories, and I think everything is worth talking about. I blame this on the fact that I am surrounded by 95% women in Pittsburgh. I blame a lot of things on that.
3. But on the flip side, pretty much all of my friends in Austin (the ones in town, anyway) are boys. They all have dogs. Watching them all talk about their dogs, and cheer them on as they watched them play fight with each other, set up play dates for them, and wake up multiple times in the night to take care of the sick one (and clean up vomit with not one negative word) --- it was so obvious to me. They are practicing to be daddies, and they don't even know it. My internal clock pretty much sang.
4. I'm too scatterbrained to say anything else at the moment: I've returned to my actual life where I have to do stuff. It is insanely hectic. Maybe more than I've ever been, ever.... but that's being a whiney-baby.
5. This is so Texas to me: within an hour of getting into town, I found myself having to drive someone else's car by myself (unexpectedly) after I had a liquid lunch. I know the streets by feel, but I couldn't draw you a map, and I ended up sitting on a porch with friends, drinking beer at 1:30 pm, watching them shoot a BB gun at some cans. "Yeah, you just totally hit that car right there." "Well, that's what you get for parking like an dumbass... on trash day, no less."
"It got hot on 24th so I cracked one open."
And I reminisced with Amanda about all those shaky night drives back home on Travis St., and how we couldn't remember the gate code to Jamie's old apartment building anymore.
Letter from Lisa:
"When you feel really rotten, lay down."
2. Okay, I do this thing where I tell stories that are too personal or too awkward so they fall very flat when sharing them with someone. I just like to give things away, and I love stories, and I think everything is worth talking about. I blame this on the fact that I am surrounded by 95% women in Pittsburgh. I blame a lot of things on that.
3. But on the flip side, pretty much all of my friends in Austin (the ones in town, anyway) are boys. They all have dogs. Watching them all talk about their dogs, and cheer them on as they watched them play fight with each other, set up play dates for them, and wake up multiple times in the night to take care of the sick one (and clean up vomit with not one negative word) --- it was so obvious to me. They are practicing to be daddies, and they don't even know it. My internal clock pretty much sang.
4. I'm too scatterbrained to say anything else at the moment: I've returned to my actual life where I have to do stuff. It is insanely hectic. Maybe more than I've ever been, ever.... but that's being a whiney-baby.
5. This is so Texas to me: within an hour of getting into town, I found myself having to drive someone else's car by myself (unexpectedly) after I had a liquid lunch. I know the streets by feel, but I couldn't draw you a map, and I ended up sitting on a porch with friends, drinking beer at 1:30 pm, watching them shoot a BB gun at some cans. "Yeah, you just totally hit that car right there." "Well, that's what you get for parking like an dumbass... on trash day, no less."
"It got hot on 24th so I cracked one open."
And I reminisced with Amanda about all those shaky night drives back home on Travis St., and how we couldn't remember the gate code to Jamie's old apartment building anymore.
Letter from Lisa:
"When you feel really rotten, lay down."
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