>Austin City Limits

>As I’m writing this (though not necessarily as I’m posting it), I’m sitting in the reception area of a company in New Braunfels, TX, who is paying $250/hour for me to be here (trust me, I’m getting just the barest fraction of that) but has me cooling my heels out here because my contact person is in a meeting. Hey, it’s all the same to me. At least I don’t have to pay the price for having this hot notebook on my lap given all the stories about it making dudes sterile, seeing as how I’ve already paid the price for my manly virility.

I wish I had my camera with me. I need to get a new one. The one I have works great, but it isn’t particularly handy for the guerilla style photography I prefer. I’d like a small, skinny one . . . something that will take good pictures but will fit easily in my pocket. There were a number of shots I would have liked to take while driving from the Houston area to Austin yesterday. It was nice to get out into some rural countryside on this trip. It made me reflect, as often happens, how cool it would be to travel the country via back roads. I know that has been done to death, but I enjoy the hell out of it. It can be a little lonely sometimes, though. I think knowing there are people I could be traveling with makes it lonelier; if I didn’t have people I was missing it wouldn’t be so bad.

My evening in Austin was great, thanks to the recommendations Rebecca gave me. I rolled into town and spent an hour or so browsing through Waterloo Records (I picked up Sleep’s Volume One on CD, as well as the new AC/DC, which is only supposed to be available at Wal Mart; it is actually pretty good – Brian Johnson’s voice sounds better than it has in years), then crossed the street and spent even more time at Book People. Maureen McCormick, aka Marcia Brady, was doing a signing of her new memoir, but I didn’t stick around for that. I thought about it just for its pop culture value, but would have had to linger another hour or so before it started, and by then I was getting pretty hungry. Plus I didn’t have my camera; what’s the point of experiencing Marcia Brady without visual documentation of it. I was pissed to learn I’ll miss Sarah Vowell – she will be here next week. That would have been cool!

Dinner was at Curra’s. Rebecca said it has the best Mexican food in town. I am inclined to agree that surpassing it would be difficult, as what I had was delicious. The time I have spent in Tucson makes me often crave “real” Mexican food, which we don’t get in Missoula. As cool as Missoula is, getting into bigger cities reminds me how homogenous we are. I enjoy seeing all the ethnicities in larger cities; dinner last night was quite a mix of race and culture. Hell, the hipsters weren’t even annoying, which is a first for me.

Tonight I’ll head back downtown, maybe hit a couple of the same spots again. I thought about catching some live music, but it’s been a long week . . . and no reprieves in the near future. My schedule is booked through Thanksgiving. Ugh.

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