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who i am in Texas
Mar. 17th, 2007 07:51 pmi've got a neighborhood hangout. i haven't moved into the neighborhood yet, but i've already hung out. the other day i bought a pack of kreteks there, because for some reason i really wanted one. it's only once or twice a year i want a cigarette, and then i smoke one and remember how disgusting it is and let the rest of the pack go stale.
but i had another one just now, sitting out back on the deck with the dogs, because my throat is a little sore and the clove oil numbs it nicely. relax, i don't mean to make a habit of it. but when i smoked that first one on the patio at Ruta Maya, i suddenly got a powerful sense-memory of tongue-kissing. don't ask me why. i'm pretty sure i've never kissed anyone who'd been smoking cloves. anyway, it was nice to think about. god, but it's been a long, long time.
i've started painting my toenails again. i hadn't done that for more than a year. they are, what else, sparkly turquoise. this morning a woman in a wheelchair told me they were "wicked awesome." that was right before the restaurant host told us he was wearing tie-dyed underwear. then i had some gingerbread pancakes and too much coffee. this is what it's like in Austin. i really do think i'm going to like it here, if i don't already.
the other day i was sitting in Chuy's having a margarita and i overheard the following conversation:
i only like "My Funny Valentine" the way Chet Baker plays it. otherwise it's awful.
i could get to like t-shirt weather at night in March, but i sure do wish those fucking cicadas would shut up. what the fuck are they doing awake this time of year? honestly. i wish i had some bourbon. i already feel drunk, but i haven't had anything. maybe i'm high on my midlife crisis.
or maybe this is just who i am in Texas.
addendum: maybe it's having talked to my brother on the phone yesterday that's making me all cowboy and shit. i think i recognize this person now. i think she's the one who moved out of my parents' house 21 years ago. which is kinda good and bad, if you know what i mean. and i think you do.
but i had another one just now, sitting out back on the deck with the dogs, because my throat is a little sore and the clove oil numbs it nicely. relax, i don't mean to make a habit of it. but when i smoked that first one on the patio at Ruta Maya, i suddenly got a powerful sense-memory of tongue-kissing. don't ask me why. i'm pretty sure i've never kissed anyone who'd been smoking cloves. anyway, it was nice to think about. god, but it's been a long, long time.
i've started painting my toenails again. i hadn't done that for more than a year. they are, what else, sparkly turquoise. this morning a woman in a wheelchair told me they were "wicked awesome." that was right before the restaurant host told us he was wearing tie-dyed underwear. then i had some gingerbread pancakes and too much coffee. this is what it's like in Austin. i really do think i'm going to like it here, if i don't already.
the other day i was sitting in Chuy's having a margarita and i overheard the following conversation:
"Does she like 'em high octane?"
"What?"
"Does she like an extra shot?"
"Who?"
"Your mom. Does she like her drinks strong?"
i only like "My Funny Valentine" the way Chet Baker plays it. otherwise it's awful.
i could get to like t-shirt weather at night in March, but i sure do wish those fucking cicadas would shut up. what the fuck are they doing awake this time of year? honestly. i wish i had some bourbon. i already feel drunk, but i haven't had anything. maybe i'm high on my midlife crisis.
or maybe this is just who i am in Texas.
addendum: maybe it's having talked to my brother on the phone yesterday that's making me all cowboy and shit. i think i recognize this person now. i think she's the one who moved out of my parents' house 21 years ago. which is kinda good and bad, if you know what i mean. and i think you do.
