car talk

In Texas, automotive fashion is somewhat of a competitive sport. The vehicle one drives says something about you: are you practical? Sporty? A parent? Ridiculously wealthy? A broke college student? Perhaps a better indicator of one’s personality than the car itself is what’s on the car: college/university logos, cheeky bumper stickers, license plate covers, stick family decals, political paraphernalia, kids’ sports/extracurricular activity stickers… take a look around when out and...

32.

So, I turned 32 this week. Another year, another opportunity to reflect on the things I’ve done (and haven’t done) in the last 365 days. It occurred to me that, while I still consider myself very much a kid at heart (I giggle at words like ‘unit’ and ‘duty’ and I eat frozen yogurt for dinner sometimes), I really am growing up and discovering the positives and negatives to getting...

festive occasions

The Boy and I attended Fun Fun Fun Fest at Auditorium Shores in Austin last weekend, and it was a sight to behold. My first Austin music festival experience (aside from wandering around SXSW last March which left my out-of-town guests and I in a tired, semi-day-drunk haze), Fun³ was, as predicted, a glorified gathering of hipsters from far and wide: I’d never seen so many rounded up in one...

think pink

A couple of weeks back, I was feeling antsy so I decided to head to the mall and burn off some steam. It had been months and months since I’d been to Barton Creek Mall (home of Austin’s only Nordstrom store) and I just wanted to get out, cruise around, and look at pretty things. It’s how I unwind sometimes: no purchase in mind (or even necessary): I like to...

stuff you can’t make up

This past Friday, the Austin Samba School had a performance at Central Market North for our annual Dia de los Muertos performance. Good times, indeed: the whole group was decked out in skull face paint, and The Boy was kind enough to do my makeup for me: The group killed it, the crowd loved us, and we all had a fantastic time celebrating and dancing the night away. Post-gig, I...