Austin and Amigas

I spent this weekend in Austin, the other Music City, with my two best friends. We met in between our respective cities (Nashville and Denver) to unwind and recharge from our jobs as mothers, wives, writers, publicists, Pollito pushers.

Mission accomplished, though I was wide awake at 6 a.m., while the other two slept. Thank goodness for Ira Glass on an Ipod. The margaritas were great, the enchiladas divine. It was 80 degrees, a welcome break from snow here just last week. The vintage shopping is as good as that found in NYC and the company I had, the best in the world. Nothing better than spending hang time with two people you love the best.

And nothing better than starting today with “I missed you, Mami.”

Here are some pictures…

Texas Independence Day Parade, Congress Avenue.
See the sweet little girls on the far side of the street?

Hello, Cowboy

My fantasy job. South Congress Avenue.

Most frequently asked questions at Bobalu Cigar Co. on East 6th Street.
(There really are Cubans everywhere)

Now, this was weird. I didn’t mean to take my own portrait. I wanted a picture of the mirror, but I guess because of the mirror’s bent, it caught my face, even though I could not see myself in the mirror as I snapped the picture. I actually got scared when I saw the image because it was so unexpected.
And then I took about five more.