It's Saturday, and Jake and I were awake and ready before 10 am today, a large feat for our "no leaving the house before noon" policy bodies. We had just spent the better part of the day out in Fredericksburg at Alamo Springs Cafe, devouring a feast of Texas beer, roasted garlic and goat cheese, green chile and onion burgers, blackened shrimp salad and beer-battered onion rings.
Needless to say, we were in some sort of heaven.
After putting ourselves into painful food comas, we headed to Main Street to check out the other German fare and relive Germany in one of the many biergartens they harbor. We stopped at the Auslander, a restaurant/bar (a.k.a biergarten) that served up hefty liters of German and Belgian beer, included my beloved beer from Munich, Paulaner Hefeweizen. It was the first beer and the last beer I ever tried in Germany, and it will always hold a soft spot in my heart.
Later on in the evening, after indulging in some guilty Homeslice margherita pizza, Jake and I settled in at the Continental Club to dance and jig to White Ghost Shivers, an Austin vaudeville/jazz band that had Jake and I moving in our britches. We even dressed up in matching old-fashioned country hay time outfits, complete with socks and heels! White kids were dancing to that fiddle, making all worries of climate change and a failing monetary system melt away as the free feelings from the 20s rushed back in wearing a tattered pinstripe vest. Watching this scene take place in the club made for a festive cold and rainy Friday, but we were gone after a few songs to catch up on movie nights.
We picked up the essentials for any stay-in Friday night. Some kook movie about the Freemasons, Magical Mystery Tour and Big Man Japan. I recommend any movie if you're not looking to understand anything moving on the screen. Big Man Japan, a mindfuck in its own right, still remains to be finished, and it's due back tomorrow.
Brendan has a few lady guests over this weekend, and after showing them around the true Texas town, Lockhart, and devouring over 5 pounds combined of meat, the five of us are going out again this evening. The New Movement Theater features the talent of Chicago-trained improv troupe Aphasia, which combined with BYOB freedom, holds to be another choice evening.
Christmas is coming fast, and I've got ideas and plans for gifts and gags. Keep your mail boxes open.
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