Friday! Last night Steanso went out to dinner with Team Wilson at the Green Mesquite before returning to their house to watch the Mavs/Suns game on the television. The Mavs won, but Crackbass was less excited about it than I thought he would be. I also talked to my folks, who had just returned from a vacation in New Mexico the night before. Karebear had a slight bit of food poisoning during the trip, but despite her brief illness, they seem to have had a good time taking in the scenery, shopping for art, and whatnot in both Santa Fe and Taos.
The Republic of Texas Biker Rally rolls into Austin this weekend. I heard on the radio this morning that up to 40,000 bikers are expected to attend. Steanso isn't a biker himself and has never participated in the event in any kind of direct way, but nonetheless the event has come to be another one of those yearly events that kind of symbolize Austin, as the roads fill with really cool motorcycles and people having a good time. (a couple of years ago, when I was working for Travis Williamson, we took off early on the Friday that kicked off the biker rally and headed over to the bar at the Steven F. Austin to sit on their balconey and watch the bikes roll down Congress for their ride past the capitol. It was an impressive sight, seeing all of those shiney bikes and feeling the rumble of hundreds of motorcycles) Anyway, for at least one weekend each year I'm always tempted to buy a motorcycle so I can join in the fun.
Well, I guess I don't have a lot for you guys. I think Buttercup is having a show/CD release party tomorrow night at The Parish, so I might try to make it to that. Also, The Pea is having a garage sale tomorrow at Casa De Wilson until like 1:00 or 2:00, so stop on by Tejas Trail if you're looking for some quality items at a low, low price. Other from that, my plans mostly revolve around not having plans.
3 comments:
1) May 31, 2002 was the day I left Texas for Arizona. It also happened to coincide with that year's rally. Steanso and I were more or less escorted out of town by hundreds of roaring motorcycles. A fitting end to my time in the Capital City.
2) If you go to the Barton Spring spill over this weekend, you may meet one Steven G. Harms who has transplanted himself from the Bay Area to Austin. Do not be alarmed if approached by Mr. Harms.
Is Harms the guy that I saw at the spillover last weekend who was yelling at little kids and dogs to be quiet so that he could meditate? Cause I wanted to kick that guy in the jimmy....
i'd like to see you kick anybody in the jimmy, mr. gentle giant. use your jimmy-kicking superpowers to help me fight crime and eliminate annoying people's behaviors through compassionate use of intimidation.
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