So I'm all moved in to my new place, which kicks ass, by the way. Still a few things that need to be fixed up by maintenance, but that's to be expected anywhere. To be honest, I'm still living out of boxes for the most part. Only the bare essentials have been unpacked. I'm going to unpack the bathrooms and at least part of the kitchen by Monday. Unpacking most of the other stuff involves playing Real-Life Sims and moving furniture until I decide what I want to do with it all and what I have to get rid of. Yay for furniture sliders!
I've been pretty much rotating days between hanging out with people here in Austin and recuperating the following day. I've been hanging out a lot with Sami and Dominic, and trying to make plans with Sandra and Fiona. In between that, I'm finding new doctors, reading, and watching my tv when new episodes are on.
Donnelisa's moved to Austin from Louisiana and I took her on the town Friday. We went swimming in Barton Springs, had lunch at Shady Grove, ice cream at Amy's, then went to the wonderland that is Toy Joy, and finished it off by a quick jaunt in Buffalo Exchange (which had biker jackets I wanted but had no business even looking at... though I may go buy one. I know, I'm horrible) before I dropped her off back in south Austin (I live in north Austin, but I love her, so I guess driving across town to pick her up and drop her off is worth it). We were going to go to Momoko's as well, but she had to be back before her roommate left for work, because she doesn't have a set of keys yet, and Toy Joy was definitely the more important part of her Austin experience education. Plus we already had ice cream, we didn't really need bubble tea as well. I'm thinking of teacher her how to drive, 'cause she doesn't know how.
As we were eating our late lunch/early dinner, the tv was playing a corny movie from the 70s that had nuns and cute girls and lesbianic undertones, so of course Donnelisa was entranced with it. She felt like she had seen the movie before, and I felt like I knew some of the actresses, so we asked our waiter if he knew what was playing. He didn't (he was kinda awkward), but soon, we asked someone else and that led to the majority of the waitstaff wanting to know too, and finally one found out that it was Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows
for us. That's where the title of this post comes from. Because there were nuns. In a bus. On a freeway. That's also totally my new band's name, and no, you can't have it. There was also totally a carwash scene with the bus's windows rolled down, and lots and lots of bubbles.
Tomorrow I'm going with Sami and apparently ten or so of her other friends an hour south of Austin to Lockhart, Texas to eat at Smitty's, an apparently very famous barbecue restaurant. Hopefully, I will be seeing Fiona later this week, and maybe Sandra too. I may possibly drag someones out to a club on Friday so we can snark on people (another reason to teach Donnelisa to drive - underage=automatic designated driver). My parents are coming to Austin this next weekend for Mother's Day brunch at The Four Seasons and to see my new place, as my stepdad hasn't seen it at all yet. My grandmother's not coming, because she has to be in a physical rehab center for a while while she gets better. I'm kinda vague on the specifics, and there's a lot of drama and noncommunication going on with my family (moreso than normally happens, I mean) so I don't even think any one person involved knows everything either.
I haven't told my father I've moved back to Austin yet. He lives here, and it would make sense to, but I don't know if I will. If the next time I communicate with the man is to come out to him by sending him a wedding invitation (with a post script reading "By the way, you're walking me down the aisle and giving me away, fucker"), I'd be happy with that.
Despite all the crap that's going on my life at the moment, I am just so happy to be back in Austin. I can drink the tap water without getting nauseated like I do in other major Texan cities, and despite not having lived here in almost ten years, I remember where to go. Maybe the pieces don't connect to each other seamlessly since I moved before I started driving, but it's really just a matter of connecting the dots with freeways. I was worried that I wouldn't feel like I belonged here any more, but everyone is so friendly and accepting, and the environ so open and creative, I have to laugh at my previous skepticism. I may have retreated into a cynical and relatively unhappy shell in Houston and San Antonio, but now that I'm home in the City of the Violet Crown, I feel like I'm a person again; a happier, more whole person.
There are actual events that are actually entertaining in Austin as well. I'm planning on going to the Pecan Street Festival, the Big Gay Garage Sale (also can't wait for the City Wide Garage Sale!), and maybe this adults-only spelling bee a local restaurant is hosting. Might even enter the last one. Sadly, I missed Eeyore's Birthday Party last weekend because I went up to see Nessa, Brian, and Holly, and we went to Scarborough Faire for Nessa's birthday (photographic evidence here
), which, while I would have rather been able to go to both, was not a huge disappointment. I'll try to get them to come down here for that next year. I'll just pretend it was raining and nasty down here while I was up there.