the right earrings can just set an outfit off

There was a change in the weather yesterday, not the outside weather as it was close to a 100 degrees right at noon, and I’m sure the old thermometer pushed it past that at some point, but the feelings of the day were different. I spent part of the afternoon frantically searching through some of my jewelry to find the right earrings for last night’s outfit — black sandals, black shorts, black T-shirt, you know, the right earrings can just set an outfit off. A little work, a little play, and then the main event for the evening, Kinky Friedman at the Saxon Pub, another one of the live venues in South Austin that I’ve never been to before. Now, I just read his most recent novel, Spanking Watson, and as usual, I was mightily impressed with his story telling, and having never seen him before, I couldn’t pass up a chance to observe on of his performances. The night before, I noted from his web site that he was doing two book signings, and I figured he be late in getting to the gig. Which he was. By the time he stepped on stage, and stepped into his guitar strap, “The Kinkster” was sucking on a cigar [“I’m not supporting the Cuban economy, I’m burning their fields”] and a tall Guinness [“Guinness: it’s what’s kept the Irish from taking over the world”], and after the first number, he tried a little trick with his trademark black cowboy hat, and dropped it. His wiry back hair was matted down with sweat [“It’s a Lyle Lovett starter kit”]. It was a good show, through and through, [“We were turned down by k.d.lang to do this number on the tribute album, the tribute album to me”] And a rousing chorus of “Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed” — and he was autographing books in the back of the bar afterwards. “See that? it was the book crowd, the literary types, not your typical rowdy South Austin crowd.”