29 December 2009

the times, they are a changin'

on saturday night i went out to see my friends for a long awaited christmas dinner.

the places we went are not part of the austin i grew up with, but they are nice and welcome additions. gentrification, here we come!

justine's. waiting. outside in the cold. good thing we had wine to keep us warm.

The times they are a changin' 2

fun sign times.

The times, they are a changin'

then we got more drinks at east side show room.

The times they are a changin 3

not enough time. must go back soon.

24 December 2009

fonda san miguel. home away from home

the mama texican, the co-bro and i have been to our favorite locale, our home away from home, fonda san miguel for the past 2 evenings. some may even say it's our "local."

Merry navidad.

let's just say, the wine is rad. the red is chilled jusss a LIL' bit, and boy, does it ever go down easier that way.

Cellar of secretos

the conversation flows all night as the regulars come and go.

Co-bro y mama texican

and the food? well ,the mole....the mole is so awesome, that i actually don't care (too) much that it has chicken stock. BAD vegetarian! but the enchiladas were veggies. oh my oh my. i am considering how to transport some mole home.

Gotta keep em saturated...

Looking up

Home base...

cafecito anyone?

Co-bro sipping a cafecito

and now, it's time to go home. good night everyone!

Straddle the saddle.

sigh. i love austin and getting quality time in with the mama texican and the co-bro

20 December 2009

ukelele love

there are few things more awesome than a ukelele. here are a few videos to share that show why:

the first was shared my by uke playing friend, the former iceskater.

these are two videos that my music friend crush, pilar diaz made. the first is demonstrating her love for her personal ukes (pink flying v anyone?!) along with a little bit of a history lesson. the second was made by texans for obama. (yes, i heard there were a few) for their campaign back a year and a presidency ago.

and meligrosa sent me this earlier this week. it's been making the rounds of the interwebs this week:

and to bring it back full circle to my uke playing iceskater friend, i was at her place one day when she was trying to learn "i'm yours" on the uke, and her roommate was on the guitar. FUN and cute.

cross posted at neattastic

18 December 2009

a lady's guide to holiday parties...

this is very important, and a tad late, as we are in full swing of the holiday season. and please, remember that "dash" of gin...

(and yes, i'm a HUGE mad men fan...)

i have no idea how long the video embed will last as nbc & hulu are one and the same and will take things offline at will, but enjoy while you can!!!

cross posted at neattastic

boy roommates are great reason #8950295

ok, really it's reason #1 articulated thus far.

crouching tiger, drunken roommate as seen here is rad because...

1. i am washing dishes in a tank with my bra showing through very tacky like, but hey, i'm HOME and i'm doing dishes and i didn't expect him home after he made a big show of saying goodbye merely 2 hours earlier since he was going farfar away on a jet plane.

2. he stumbles home, clearly wasted. i've been in his place before (minus the dishes-washing, tank top & visible bra), so i'm ready to put in my karma points worth.

3. after an hour or so, and after he clearly cannot stop his mind from racing and racing and racing....i tell him to shut the hell up and go to his room.

have you ever even dared try to do that to a girl roommate no matter what gender you are? yah, good luck with that. then again, i'm not a big fan of confrontation. but will do so if need be, as the case was tonight.

4. he understood, apologized, ducked into his room after promises of genuine mexican tequila as a christmas present.

thanks. and good night. ;)

13 December 2009

rain rain go away

and come back, NEVER.


i did a teeny bit of california christmas shopping yesterday for my texas peeps. it was raining and that was NOT cool in that i wasn't counting on finding so many reasonably priced deals for my friends and family. as such, i had a little problem fitting everything in my [UPDATED: bike] basket and out of the rain.

but i did it and everything is fine and survived in tact.

now it's time to hang things up and do laundry, my absolute FAVORITE thing to do.

08 December 2009

trend sitting

apparently i'm into taking pictures of mannequins lately? i guess so.

Silver and ice

All I want is your photograph...


more to come? probably

05 December 2009


so...yeah. my mom jokingly calls the sort of psychic ability that has appeared now and then throughout the time we've been together on earth "espn." yes, it makes me giggle.

i've had this type of connection before. i've talked about it here before with the indonesian earthquake. clearly, it has happened before since the mama texican has obviously known me longer than this blog has been around, and thus she has added the term to our family language lexicon.

on friday i was going to hang out with my new favorite lady couple. but during the afternoon, i was requested to show up an hour later than i was expecting.

an hour to do what exactly? my mind was spinning. and i get antsy very easily. a leftover from nyc timing, i'm sure. why? well, because: 1. an hour is not that much time. 2. going home is out of the question cause my house is like quicksand and i get sucked in once through the door. 3. i don't really drink coffee that much. 4. i don't have the money to shop, but 5. shopping and cafes are sort of about the right amount of time to waste, and the neighborhood i was going into has many of these sorts of things to do.

stop one: tea &, gasp, a newspaper. what are those anymore?

stop two: a store that has clothes that i used to buy in nyc. i ended up trying on hats. i like a hat i tried on. if i still think about it in a few days or a week, i will return for said hat.

stop three: thrift store. where the ESPN happened.

more background:
rewind to san antonio, texas in the late 1990s. i am in an antique-ish shop with my family that does not sell clothes. i notice a blue jean jacket hanging way above door level. i'm drawn to the 70s collar. i ask to take it down. i learn it's a late 60s levi's jacket because of A, B & C. whether or not that is true, i have no idea. i purchase the jacket for probably around 2o bucks.

fast forward to 2007. last time i was in nyc (and that is waaaayyy too long, i might add). i am traveling to see the mama texican in brooklyn and i just took the red eye from SF. in my red-eyed blurriness, i left my beloved jean jacket on the subway since it is unexpectedly not the same weather in SF and NYC in september, the temperatures of both i know are rather comparable. i am very upset when i realize the jacket is gone, but i know things are just things, and if it was time to leave me, so be it.

in between the late 90s and 2007, precisely in 2004, i moved to california for "some reason." in order to gain residency to not pay those goddamn out of state fees, i took a picture at the dmv.

this picture was affectionately referred to as the "mexican farrah fawcett" califas drivers license.

the jean jacket made that outfit.

friday night, i found the jacket, or, rather, a facsimile thereof. it has the same color, the same feel and fit, the same tags, the same buttons, the same collar.

granted, this may not be the same jean jacket. i am fully aware of it. however i remain hopeful for a few reasons:

1. drawn into this store i've never been in before.

2. that was literally the first piece of clothing i saw on the womens' jackets rack.

3. the sanfrooklyn bridge has been in operation for quite some time, so it's not entirely inconceivable. if i found it in texas, i would have a harder time believing it.

4. smiles.

uyyy cucui...

03 December 2009


the chill of fall has finally washed itself upon san francisco. i realized this with a slap in the face on tuesday when i didn't bring my trusty trench because it was at the dry cleaners.

i lived in nyc for 8 winters. each winter was cold. some colder than others.

if this is so, then why the hell am i cold these past few days in SF?

weather spoiled, me thinks.

so i'll just rest up in my doña slippers and my sweats and putter around the apartment. shivering.

thanks to the mama texican for my biking gloves last christmas. they are keeping my fingers warm on the bici. wheee :)

and now that i'm cozy and warm in bed, it's time to go to sleep. what a quick week this has been!