badass burfdee weekend
Music: Grafton Primary: Eon (2008)
It is always just a smidge depressing when turning a year older. My special day of arrival on the planet has always fallen on spring break, and so, I have frequently done little to nothing. Thanks to the recession, however, a lot of folks have not left town and so I got to party a bit. Yay! This Saturday I celebrated my tenth 27th year old anniversary with plenty of food and friends and . . . chicken shit!
The birthday celebration started with dinner and drinks at one of my favorite restaurants. It was nice to see so many folks out and enjoying margaritas. I scored a special armadillo, who was frequently getting into mischief. I also scored a number of cucumber margaritae (which were strangely not as strong as they normally are, so, you know, we had to drink more). Then we capped the night with a cigar at NOMAD.
On Sunday the party didn't stop. Christopher and I checked out the views at Mt. Bonell, and then he showed me a secret hiking and climbing spot I didn't know about. The traffic for SXSW was a bit insane, but getting to the trails we spied a kite festival in Zilker park (I've never seen so many kites in the sky at once).
After a very short hike, we trucked it over to Ginny's Longhorn Saloon to catch Dale Watson and play some Chicken Shit Bingo. Basically, for two bucks you get a ticket with a number. If the chicken shits on your number, you get like $100. I had no idea this was such a big deal; people were camped out all around this tiny bar---the music was blasting, and big biker dudes were out back showing off their Harleys. It was a lot of fun.
A few of us topped off the weekend with some Thai food at Satay. Christopher and I finished off the evening watching the original Clash of the Titans (so bad) and Demon Seed (even worse). It was a lovely weekend. Thanks so much to folks who came out to celebrate with me and buy me margaritae---y'all rock! (A gallery of the weekend is here).
Alas, I'm back to work today. On tap: "speaking to inform." Meh.