Mama, trying to laser the neighbors…(and trees)!
Mama and papa called me to say that they were having trouble parking in downtown Austin and pulled into what was a 20 buck a day lot next to a building site, when a pony-tailed construction worker walked into the lot and said, “Hey, I paid 20 this morning and I’m goin’ home—you want my slot?”
Mama asked if he would like to be paid for the parking place and he said, “Hell, no, you guys just use it and I’m headed outta here. Work’s over.”
And that, my friends, is Austin.
People are so, so nice, mama says, and they share cabs with you and when you almost walk into the path of a moving car in the parking lot of Bank of America, they slam on the brakes and say, “Sorry about that. You’re good, you’re good.” Meaning you are still alive so rejoice. Really sweet people
And mama has had lots of fun riding around in the evening with papa shooting her green laser at buildings and people’s white clothes and street signs (it’s not a dangerous laser, just a fun one she bought in Rome on the street at campo de’ fiori) and as they were cruising the streets listening to the music that flows out of every bar, some guy on the second-story balcony of a restaurant called out, “Hey, laser chick!” So now mama is Laser Chick in Austin and we’ll see if and when the cops get wise to her and give her an intimate look at Austin’s jail, haha!
Actually, I don’t think it’s against the law to have a fun laser because I chase it all over when mama shoots it around the room sometimes, but she stopped doing that because she thought it was a bit like teasing and if there is one thing mama hates, it’s a teaser.
So there they are, running into really nice people who always ask, “Where you guys from?” and mama and papa sort of wing it because they’re from all over the place, including Austin but with side stops in France and Italy and California and anywhere they have some family, which is too many places to name here.
Last night they were at a restaurant and a country singer, Zella Day, was having her birthday and one of the guys in her group played mean piano and they sang a slightly drunken version of “Let It Be”, which is a nice birthday song for anyone, and she was tipsy and a bit wobbly in the voice area but it was sweet. A sweet evening in sweet Austin.
So when do I get to see this place? Do they remember that they have a KITTY who’s writing all about their adventures and not even getting a post card for her troubles?
I may go on strike soon.
You just wait…
Fiddling while Loulou burns…haha
