It’s show time
I staggered to Dallas Love Field, looking like I’d slept in my clothes. I looked like I’d just been to a Jimmy Buffett show. I had.
At the departure lounge, I ran into another reader, my friend Jessica Davis. She was heading to Austin to work for a weekend. I offered to get her some of the doughnuts, but she demurred. She did take me up on my offer of the sports page. She reads sports; I read the concert review. She chatted with a few of the other passengers, too. Might have dug us up a little business, but I’m not sure. “Yes, Kramer, you dress like that most of the time,” she added.
We joked about the fact that the times we get stuck on airplanes together, I always wind up carrying her suitcase. When we got to Austin, my Gemini friend, the one with the blond hair and the blue eyes, showed up to pick me up, and we waited while the baggage caught up with us. I tossed Jessica’s suitcase into the back of a pick-up, and then we left for other parts of town.
I was proud, though, I got to make wry comment to Jessica’s Pisces driver. It was an amusing visual, looking for a big pick-up driven be a diminutive Pisces female.
“Don’t mess with Texas Women.”
Trust me. Just take my word for it, if you’ve never had to chance. Texas women are not to be taken lightly.
Lunch with my Gemini, served by a Virgo at Magnolia, then I eventually cleaned up, and went and got some dinner with my Pisces friend [not the truck driving one>, sushi served by a Cap from East Texas.
Walking out, later, the Pisces pointed out the full moon [Scorpio Full Moon at that>, and I commented that it was at its peak at that very moment, just inching up from the horizon.
“What’s that mean for me?” she asked.
“It means, never mind, you’re a Pisces, it’s all good.”
Not really wanting to soil any more clothing I would just have to wash, I tossed on the shirt leftover from the Buffett show. In my newly refreshed state, there was still that lingering aroma of stale beer, not quite 24 hours old. $7 for a single plastic cup of beer – that’s more expensive than a Mexican Hand Roll at South First Sushi. And you can never use that beer as bait, the next day.
