Biker Rally & Pride Parade
Jun. 5th, 2005 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katekatLast night I went up to 6th Street (the main bar-type drag here... think a mini-bourbon street with less awful smell, fewer people, and no flashing) to meet a friend of Lauren's and her girlfriends for a night of moving and shaking... or imbibing and grooving... something to do with alcohol and music, truly.
I used to be a whisky girl, once upon a time. It was a challenge to see exactly why my friends drank it straight. It was an effort to reach that golden moment of inebriation without the uncomfortable side effects of too much sugar or melted ice. I liked it, for a while.
But a boy who drank his chilled vodka like it was water lured me to his camp. It really does taste better that way - goes down easier if you buy yourself a semi-decent bottle, chill it to frosted temperatures, and sip it like wine, drawing air through your teeth as you go. I loved my frozen-raspberry vodka.
Now we're in Texas, I seem to be segueing into Tequila. I've had good tequila on occasion, and truly, the only way to drink it is straight. Don't muddy with triple sec or strawberries or other fripperies. Of course, in this town, I've asked for shots and found they sting my eyes and make me grind my teeth and suck the lime all the harder after. But, last night, tequila was my friend. Badly mixed margaritas were not, but they kept the tide going.
From 11 - 2 we wandered from bar to dance club to tattoo parlor (all conveniently located within a few blocks of each other). I didn't find the perfect bar. I didn't fall in love with the perfect tattoo artist (although the piercer certainly made a good argument for a nape piercing... but ... ). The real attraction was outside: the largest motorcycle rally in Texas occurred at the same time as Gay Pride weekend in Austin. And everybody seemed to come together in the blocked-off streets. Imagine you're immersed in the sound of belligerently loud engines and more leather than should be permitted on a balmy Saturday night. Throw in pairs of girls walking by hand in hand every so often, mixed liberally with women who've seen more road and trail dirt and still have their fuzzy hair and fuzzy boots to match, and you'll have a reasonable mental picture.
Finally, top the night off with my two saviors: Neil and Tyler. Neil, who gallantly hopped in the car at 2:30 to come pick me up, because everyone else on the streets had hailed the cabs I'd called before I could get to them, and Tyler who stayed on the phone with me and let me ramble on about people smell and goofy theories until Neil's little black car arrived on the scene.
I used to be a whisky girl, once upon a time. It was a challenge to see exactly why my friends drank it straight. It was an effort to reach that golden moment of inebriation without the uncomfortable side effects of too much sugar or melted ice. I liked it, for a while.
But a boy who drank his chilled vodka like it was water lured me to his camp. It really does taste better that way - goes down easier if you buy yourself a semi-decent bottle, chill it to frosted temperatures, and sip it like wine, drawing air through your teeth as you go. I loved my frozen-raspberry vodka.
Now we're in Texas, I seem to be segueing into Tequila. I've had good tequila on occasion, and truly, the only way to drink it is straight. Don't muddy with triple sec or strawberries or other fripperies. Of course, in this town, I've asked for shots and found they sting my eyes and make me grind my teeth and suck the lime all the harder after. But, last night, tequila was my friend. Badly mixed margaritas were not, but they kept the tide going.
From 11 - 2 we wandered from bar to dance club to tattoo parlor (all conveniently located within a few blocks of each other). I didn't find the perfect bar. I didn't fall in love with the perfect tattoo artist (although the piercer certainly made a good argument for a nape piercing... but ... ). The real attraction was outside: the largest motorcycle rally in Texas occurred at the same time as Gay Pride weekend in Austin. And everybody seemed to come together in the blocked-off streets. Imagine you're immersed in the sound of belligerently loud engines and more leather than should be permitted on a balmy Saturday night. Throw in pairs of girls walking by hand in hand every so often, mixed liberally with women who've seen more road and trail dirt and still have their fuzzy hair and fuzzy boots to match, and you'll have a reasonable mental picture.
Finally, top the night off with my two saviors: Neil and Tyler. Neil, who gallantly hopped in the car at 2:30 to come pick me up, because everyone else on the streets had hailed the cabs I'd called before I could get to them, and Tyler who stayed on the phone with me and let me ramble on about people smell and goofy theories until Neil's little black car arrived on the scene.
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Date: 2005-06-06 08:58 pm (UTC)Funny how that works huh?
All well with you?
I am doing pretty ok, been busy trying to get a job and getting NOWHERE! Well, except I kinda have a job offer now, but it's in London! Now the most exciting job, not GREAT pay, but come on, it's London right? And it's only for a year. I might have some beta stuff for you soon....
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:09 pm (UTC)And I'm sorry it's such a pain to find work! *hugs* But a London job sounds like an awful lot of fun (even if the job's not fun, I agree with you, it's LONDON!) When do you have to decide on it?
Send me what you've got! I'd loooooooooove to read an Adele! (although, with the Japanese homework in the way it make take me a little bit longer to return it to you - but only like a couple of days).
*hugs sweetest*
kate
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Date: 2005-06-10 11:26 pm (UTC)The fic I am working on is getting out of hand, it's huge and I want to write a huge part for you before I send it over - kinda feel it will get better when you read a more substantial part.
I was hoping I could get the majority of the fic down by monday, but my grandmother got a stroke so I am kinda dazed now. She is still alive, but she can't move on her right side she has lost all speech while still being clear in the head so it's awful. The doctors say she has 2 weeks left - all too much to wrap my mind around. I know it's for the best if she dies, it would be no good for her to be trapped in a shell, but I cant get past the grief and the selfish part of me who still wants her around. But I will keep writing, good to get my mind of things, but I will keep you updated!
HUgs
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Date: 2005-06-20 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-20 11:07 pm (UTC)I have understood from your journal you have been busy as well, so it's probably good that the fic is not ready to be sent over to you yet ;D But one day it will slide into your mailbox
Hugs