A Happy Hour | a short story.

January 20, 2012 § 1 Comment

Taylor was out of town this week so I treated myself to a happy hour or two in his absence. On Wednesday, I left the house where I’d been tutoring at about 5:30 and booked it into downtown in hopes of arriving at Eddie V’s with a good chunk of happy hour still remaining. I navigated the traffic and tight streets and by 6:00 found a decent spot for The Behemoth Tahoe I was piloting with deft skill and speed. Satisfied with the ample amount of remaining happy hour time in which I had to luxuriate, I jumped from Bruiser (The Behemoth) to pay the meter. To discover I had no wallet.

#fail.

What do you do? What do I do? I’m not meeting someone who can cover me and let me pay them back. I’m not calling someone to forge their way into downtown at 6pm to deliver my wallet to me.

I laugh at myself. And remount Bruiser my trusty steed. Take me home, Bruiser. Let us together leave downtown at 6pm with everyone else in the greater Austin area. Let us camp in rows alongside our idling friends with the sunset in our eyes. We shall not look at the clock nor into the rear view mirror as the minutes of happy hour slip slowly away from our (growing ever more) hungry grasp and the house of warm bread, tuna tartar and $5 wine fades off beyond the river. We were so close. This is not a happy hour.

Meanwhile, back at home, my wallet, snugly sequestered in my teaching tote, was oblivious to the strength of my desire to summon it with supernatural enchantments. Accio, wallet! I weighed my options and made a mental pro-con list.
Option A: Go home in traffic. Eat somewhere else.
Option B: Go home in traffic. Go back to Eddie V’s. Miss happy hour. Enjoy the ambiance and a $30 dinner
Option C: Go home in traffic. Go back to Eddie V’s. Miraculously not miss happy hour. Enjoy the ambiance and an $18 dinner
Option D: Enter Eddie V’s sans-wallet. Hope to not get carded. Hope to pay for drinks, dinner and parking by flashing bosoms sweet talking the bartender or removing my wedding ring and flirting with the gentlemen rationally explaining the situation shredding my clothes and begging on the corner of 5th street.

See, I had to eat dinner, that was conclusive, but for dinner I wanted warm bread, half-price tuna, $5 wine, a jazz band, dim lights and my Nook. (I’m reading My Name is Mary Sutter butthatsirrelevantrightnow) It was determined that if I were to go home, retrieve the wayward wallet and head right back to Eddie V’s, really the worst case scenario would be that I would miss happy hour. If I were to go home, retrieve said wallet and go somewhere else I would waste time, hungry time, trying to both decide where to go and wishing it were Eddie V’s. I decided to count my losses. I will toss out the high-quality-dinner-for-low-quantity-dough triumph of this whole experience, and I will go back. I’m looking at you, wallet.

(Did you know conversation hearts come in Spanish?!)

6:15. Traffic going home was miraculously not horrible. I made excellent time. Small buds of hope blossom. There is faint glimmer of possibility. Wafting wafting is smell of victory over wayward wallet.

Penny was confused by my brief return and rapid departure.

6:17. I rejoined Bruiser and we retraced our steps.

6:35. Friends. I made it back for happy hour. I scored an excellent parking spot, well located and free after 6pm. I entered the bar, or rather, ahem, the “V Lounge,” found a chair (on the pro list of flying solo), and subsequently thoroughly enjoyed my bargain dining experience in a lovely ambiance. It was everything I hoped and dreamed it would be and was made even more lovely by the sweet knowledge that, despite the unfavorable odds, I still been triumphant in securing a high quality dinner for low quantity dough.

Then it got better. They charged me full price for my wine and when I said something about it, (you better bet your britches I said something about it; I didn’t pilot Bruiser the Behemoth like a bat out of hell to get charged full price.) the bartender took one of the glasses off the bill.

That wayward wallet sallied out of le “V Lounge” a mere $15 lighter.

Con: husband out of town. Pro: notes. and solo bar chairs during happy hour.

la boite + link love

October 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Recently, Taylor treated me to a mid-week lunch date at La Boite where they serve French pastries and tweet their daily sandwich specials each morning. La Boite just opened a second location downtown on Wednesday and is getting lots of local love.

Chicken salad. Tea. Lemonade. Baguette bread. Al fresco.

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A great Wall Street Journal article about 10 timeless home decor stylistic staples.

Chilling wine with a corkcicle?! I want one!

I’m not at all into celebrity stalkingossip reports, but Suri’s burn book is absolutely hilarious.

A Canadian man spent the last 11 years walking around the world. Truth.

Along the lines of outlandish international adventures, New Zealand penguins need sweaters. Knitting pattern included in the petition for aid.

Sick of your Dr. Pepper flavored Lip Smackers? Try Butter lip balm. Two words. Paula.Would.

weekend minication | dallas

October 25, 2011 § 1 Comment

We had a great weekend.
Because a work trip Taylor went on during the week returned later than expected on Friday and there was a private party monopolizing the place on Saturday, we were unable to try Fearings as we’d planned. We did experience some great drinks at bar scene late night however which alone was a treasure trove of people watching. On Saturday, after room service and massages we stopped for lunch at Eatzi’s before heading to the fair. Eatzi’s? Hello are you listening? Please come to Austin.

Did not try fried beer, but I did enjoy fried oreos!

We got the pic with Big Tex, rode the ferris wheel and met some livestock including the Grand Champion pig {or rather, barrow} named Sirius Black. Would love to meet the high school girl who named and cared for that porker. We also saw ducklings and the little pot-bellied piglets pictured above.

Oh and I won Carlton. As you can see, he enjoyed the ferris wheel too, cruised around in my purse and partook in our Saturday night take out in dinner. After the fair we visited our friends Rex and Kylee at their new house, watched some Aggie football and finally met their baby, Malley. Who sweetly took a nap in my arms.

Treats!

{4} Cookies found in our room the night we arrived. We think {or hope} they were from JD’s Chippery.

{1} For what may be a new vacation tradition, we strolled to nearby Morton’s, ordered to go, enjoying some cocktails and ambiance at the bar while we waited, and then set up dinner in our hotel room. We enjoyed the vino we’d selected from Eatzi’s and I dined in my cozies. I did not wear heels or chandelier earrings. #perfection. Take that, Dallas. Taylor served as the sommelier for the evening.

{2} Saturday morning we met Hope, Will and Devin for brunch at Bread Winner’s and the cinnamon roll I told Taylor to get as a “side” after seeing them in the front bakery was the size of a volleyball. Yet amazingly fluffy. Before savoring my eggs over medium with toast, potatoes and a bran muffin, I enjoyed all the cranberry, blueberry and banana breads they set out for the table. Bread won that day for sure.

{3} The trip home found us a Dublin Dr. Pepper {meaning made with real imperial sugar} in an unassuming bottle around, unsurprisingly, Dr. PepperLandWaco. Too bad they’re not nearly that easy to come by in Austin!

Big D + State Fair

October 21, 2011 § 1 Comment

We’re going on a minication to Dallas this weekend! Excited to relax, eat and hang out at the fair. Pictures and food reviews will follow!




an anniversary surprise!

May 31, 2011 § Leave a comment

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and so it begins. friday at lunch, “hey let’s go to vegas!”

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the palazzo. shops omg.

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blackjack @ the bar. no time is wasted friday night

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he’s pretty cute.

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lagasse’s stadium. such a cool concept. i’d watch sports all day in this cozy place.

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bauman rare books. nerd heaven. signed first editions. old and rare books AND maps. thousands and thousands of dollars sealed behind glass, all for sale. beatrix potter and lincoln douglas debates were some of my faves. nbd that’s F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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pooliside perfect breakfast.

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steak. salmon. hazelnut chocolate chip ice cream, shiitake mushroom risotto. lemon rosemary blueberry tart. and the signed menu we left @ craftsteak #oops.

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happy to come home to this little friend! thanks for watching me, uncle barton, logie & pappy & gmommy chesney!

happy birthday me.

January 26, 2011 § 1 Comment

Yesterday, nestled between two birthday weekends {yes, two} was my little family birthday celebration. My sweeter than sweet husband sent me a text in the morning, telling me to go get some dreamy chairs that I had been lusting after. Then we ate lunch together from the best sandwich place in town, later enjoyed queso and a mr. pink then partook in my glorious ice cream cake invention. Consisting of:


Excuse the mess. We’re moving. Yes that’s a penguin bookmark in case you were curious and my child did sit in my lap and help me blow out my candles. She did not get to have any cake {see ingredients above}, but don’t feel sorry for her, she’ll get her own in March.

Then this happened…

which was not exactly a recreation of this sweet victory…
I felt loved, had a great day with sweet treats and fun surprises! I’m coping with my quarter century milestone as well as can be expected but have decided not to share my resolutions for the next quarter century until I begin to carry them out. Kind of like not sharing your wishes, or places you’re applying for college…It’s sad if they don’t come true and to what extent did you really fail at a task if no one knew you were trying to accomplish it? Plus then perhaps I can reassess my accomplishments at that time and say that they were actually goals in the first place….and you’d never know…

farewell, big ugly green barbri books.

July 29, 2010 § 1 Comment

joy! glee! hip hip hooray!

taylor finished the bar exam today and is now returning to civilization, conversation and sunlight!! it will be nice to have him back!

and in LESS THAN A MONTH we will be on our european celebratory get away!

…where they truly ubiquitously carry baguettes around under their armpits.

and drink wine and eat pizza and bread and eclairs and crepes and nutella.

eek!

{1,4} maryclaire roman flickr via audreyhepburncomplex {2}cori kindred {3}valeriah

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