Check this out. I want MK and I to do this SOOOO BAD.
I’ve never heard of it before, and it’s even been through Austin when I lived there…
Basically, you run around the city with clues and call people for help and take pictures and do challenges. I have no idea if I could even complete this thing, but I sure want to. MK is the less enthusiastic one, and I have no idea why! Here’s hoping I can convince him by October!
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The two week countdown until real deal summer sun and bikini body has begun. We’re headed to Mazatlan to spend a week with MK’s family soon, and I of course want everyone to tell me how good I look in a bathing suit, and not feel guilty about all the fruity beverages. Since we’ve only had one week of what I’d call “summer” weather up here, I’m doubly excited. I tried to lay out today but it got windy and pretty cold. No base tan for me, I guess. So I went and picked up my new toys:
Some super sexy cankles. (Those are boys legs.) Anyway. I got this great new little legs and butt workout thingy online and will be toning until go time. We’ll see how it works! I wasn’t sure about these weights, they look ridiculous and remind me of Denise what’s her name. I opted for the ten pound pair, the biggest they had, which reminded me just how much carrying around an extra ten pounds feels like.
As long as no one can see me, I’m fine with it. All for the sake of the skinny. I’ll let you know how it goes, maybe you and I can hang out with cankles together. So silly.
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Try to find two more different things to do in a day. I’m four for four or something.
This morning I went to a friends baby shower at a ritzy country club.
This afternoon I will be putting on the semi scandalous can-can costume that I have for Carnaval. I’m not really certain how to even try to describe Carnaval to you. In my terms, Carnaval means going over to KD’s, in a hilarious costume, when it’s pretty cold out, and drinking enough to warm you up. You then make your way to the Palmer Events Center, where there are something like 3000 other highly costumed people dancing and drinking and partying to Brazilian drums and samba music. Then the husband gets lost in a conga line and you find him again at 2am when the lights turn on. For those of you that haven’t ever been, here’s a pretty average costume:
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It’s the most fascinating see and be seen event that I’ve ever been to in Austin. Despite my reluctance to get ready all day, getting there was one of the most fun things I’ve done in this city. We were terrible and hardly took any pictures last year, but I promise that I’ll get some for you, I know how badly you all want to see my head covered in feathers.
Alamo Drafthouse has been one of the best things in Austin to me, always. I have been to movies, Spike and Mike’s Sick and Twisted Animation, and Mr. Sinus Theatre. I have seen that thing where they get everyone drunk and have them make a movie. I have been to events that sell out weeks in advance.
But nothing, nothing has me prepared for this evening. Having friends that are (deal with it) older than me, and that remember EVERY song of the 80s, I can see why we are all going to the 80s power ballads sing along downtown tonight. I’m not sure anyone even plans to get up and actually do any singing, which is kind of part of the fun. I also mentioned that I’d be willing to go in costume, as I figured this would be de rigueur, only to be laughed at.
I’m not sure about all this. I’ve heard that sometimes the karaoke works, sometimes it doesn’t. We’ll see. Considering I’m not planning to participate – I don’t think I know any of the songs by heart, only bits and pieces, I will content myself with the photographing – is that allowed? – and note taking to provide you all with a detailed commentary.
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There are times in my life where I feel like the biggest spoiled brat in the world. This is certainly one of those times. Due to reasons unimportant for mentioning, I get a ticket to a SWEET concert. IT’S THE ROLLING STONES.
That’s right, through no skill of my own, beside friend-picking skills, I will be among the masses at Zilker Park tonight (in a sweater – it’s freezing!!) watching the 75 year-olds rock out like no one’s business.
WOO HOO!!!!!!!
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