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For the first time in the two years that I have lived in Austin I have a friend coming to visit for the weekend. I am so so excited! Like, I’m actually cleaning the toilet kind of excited.
Let that sink in for a moment. Whoa. I know.
We’re going to get BBQ and…that’s probably about it because he’s technically here for work but still. I’m going to have a friend in town for 48 hours! Hopefully he won’t hear any Austinites saying douchey Austin things.
My birthday is exactly two months from today and I want to do something fun. I want to go somewhere. And I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.
My last two birthdays have…well, they’ve sucked. No cake, no decorations, no celebration. I’m a birthday person. I’d choose my birthday over Christmas any day. Quality over quantity, as they say. So having a string of bummer birthdays really has me down. My lovely friends and family tried, but it’s hard when I’m in Austin and they’re everywhere else.
Should I sit on the beach in San Diego? Take a cruise to Mexico? Fly to the Bahamas?
My mind keeps going to sandy beach, tropical drinks, and a stack of books but maybe it should be going to bright lights and big cities. New York? Chicago? Hollywood?
Kurt Andersen’s You Say You Want a Devolution? piece in the January issue of Vanity Fair is really great. He argues that the cultural landscape typically shifts pretty dramatically every 20 years but we’ve petered in recent decades. I know I have far too much in common with my 17-year-old cousin and it’s because not that much has changed culturally or stylistically in the time between my high-school years and his. Which means I’m still hip, right?
I’m maybe possibly going to NYC next month to visit my sister. Yippee!
I hired a cleaning lady! She’s coming before my family visits for Christmas but I just may commit to a monthly visit if she does a fantastic job. But first I have to clean before the comes to clean. (Everybody does that, right?)
Zooey Deschanel and George W. Bush. Take my word for it.
Zooey did an excellent job with our National Anthem. George didn’t do such a great job with the first pitch.
Watch the video.
Cardinals taking batting practice. All of whom could benefit from some tighter pants.
For professional reasons, of course.
An early inning. Somewhere around the time the Cardinals still had a prayer.
Me and my dad. And the reason why I don’t wear baseball hats.