After a light breakfast at Tapatia, 2shirts, the student, Praxis, Edgy and I all head to Austin to meet up with Panchette. Praxis, Edgy and I make a detour in Brenham to have a little Blue Bell and stretch our legs a bit.
Once we make it to Austin, we grab a snack at a bbq joint with smiling pigs, frolicking cows, and studly roosters on the rotating orange sign. Note to self: never eat at a bbq restaurant with animated characters on the rotating orange sign.
A short nap later, we head out to Romeos for very good Italian. Panchette and Praxis got salads; Edgy and I split this fantastic dish made with roasted red chile pasta and a pomodoro sauce mixed with chiles, shrimp, and crawfish. Yummy! 2shirts--I'm not exactly sure what he got because he downed it pretty fast, and the student got the penne melanzana, which was what I originally had my eye on. I'm happy with what I got, though. OH, and I started with the most amazing tomato basil soup EVER! It became communal soup because we passed it around, which unnerved the waitress, I think, but whatever--it's Kimday!
I had a nice chianti, too, and then we had coffee and a free Kimday sundae, which was also communal.
Then we walked around a bit, just missed a live production of Rocky Horror staring Richard O'Brien (the original Rif Raff), and then ended up at The Speakeasy, a nice multi level bar with doo wop music. We girls all danced on the loft in imitation of the doo wop divas, and we even got a nod from them, which was quite a compliment. Excellent Lemondrop martinis, I must say, and free pool. Then we headed to a bar called something swanky where I got a Fucked up Mango which was a Red Headed Slut times 5. Damn. How do I sum up that portion of the evening: funny imitation, crazy pictures which Praxis has, a fight, and more fucked up mangos. Euggggh...it was fun, but I could feel the hangover brewing in the wings.
Cured that ache with a streetvended Chicago Style Hotdog--real vienna beef, neon relish, celery salt, peppers, and a poppyseed bun. Heaven.
The cab ride home was...um...something. The woman, who called herself a "Christian not a Mystic" wore patchouli (though Sandalwood was actually the scent symbol of Christ, she tells us), almost ran over 4 people on the way down 6th street, and then gave us some diatribe about the Field Theory (no, not the quantum field theory but some cracked ass theory about how if we touch each other we contribute to the death of each other). I zoned out at some point, but Praxis noted that she talked about "breaking her back." I do remember her mentioning that she had had 4 wrecks. Blugggh.
Back to the hotel where we watched Univision's original movie about some nun who killed people with rosaries. When she was possessed by the devil, a halogen red lamp would turn on and reflect on half her face. We began doing the MST3000 thing, making the nun into the Warrior, complete with puking sounds until Edgy fell asleep holding a half eaten cookie, and Praxis sleepily shuffled off to his room, leaving me to fall asleep to the sounds of the Dios Warrior.
Status: hurting; thinking that I might not have enough energy to go out tonight. Thinking that water and a dry salad sound really appetizing. It takes 3 Vaults this morning, and I'm starting to get little zits on my chin and one on my eyelid. My hair is beginning to look dull, and I've got the beginnings of circles under my eyes. My skin has this odd dryness to it and I start to hallucinate that it's yellow. This should be a sign to stop. Will I? Wait and see in the next posting tomorrow!
Labels: kimday
You know your birthday is something special, when the jolly old elf comes to cheer you on! That's right, Santa Claus came to celebrate Kimday on Friday at Bossa. I personally think that I need to give partial credit to Bonniebell, though, because like her hoohah's namesake (Cindy Lou Who), Bonniebell's overwhelming faith in Santa brought him to my party.
