Good Friday — Moon in Capricorn
Got off on my wandering, meandering text about Texas culture, and I know I missed a few items. Like Dairy Queen. Like polyester slacks and permanent press — western yoke cut shirts. Belt buckles the size of license plates [and bigger than some states back east.] Hand tooled leather accessories. [Saw them all last night in East Austin, too.] Restaurants where English isn’t spoken at all — either some Asian dialect or more often, Spanish. I may still have poor impulse control, but at least, I’m having fun. When I was checking my mail, a formerly red Chevy Blazer splashed through the mud in Shady Acres, trying to run me over. It was Sam, with the Neighbor in tow, going home, and I was a likely target. He plays Ulysses in a local version of one of my favorite plays, Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida. “I don’t like the play,” he later told me, despite having one of the choicest part, “it’s a lot of talking and no action.” I just opened up my arms and smiled real big. I wandered through East Austin, in search of the theater, but about fifteen minutes after curtain time, I realized I wasn’t going to make it. So I stopped by to see the shoe shine girl, her kids were with the ex, and her boyfriend was out of town, and even though I didn’t have any boots to get shined, I did like watching the mass of humanity stagger past as another High Tech Happy Hour was just winding down, and the gay bar next to it was just starting to get cranked up. But the high point was a student photographer (Scorpio) and her male model friend (Capricorn) who was dressed to kill in a sun frock, hairy legs, and his handbag most certainly didn’t match his shoes. Nice tiara, though. What does that say when hairy legs and cross dressing is accepted? To wit, I saw our most famous cross dressing homeless guy, fishing for dollars, just moments earlier, over on 6th Street. I think I like Texas Culture, such as it is.
