Tickets and such
Got off to the airport on time. Got to the airport, looked at the baggage check line, and I went on inside, curbside would take too long. Stood in line, got to the head of the line, fondled my ticket, realized I didn’t have the right coupon with me [always save those frequent flyer tickets for business trips>, and dashed out to catch a cab back to Shady Acres.
This wasn’t a good sign. Second time this has happened, on the very same flight, the early Saturday morning flight to El Paso. I’ve got a stack of airline tickets sitting there on my desk, the right coupon was buried under a ticket to Aspen.
I would take this as a “not good sign.” In the cab to and from the airport – right, try finding a friend before six AM on a Saturday morning to do this – I realized I spent almost as much on cab fare Saturday morning as I would’ve spent on airfare. All that for a free ticket.
From Friday night I had an unrecorded observation, see, Dale Watson’s crowd is one of those typically “diverse” Austin crowds, a little redneck, a little hippie, a little whatever. Guys with ponytails, though, as a rule, there can certainly be exceptions, but the guys with the ponytails usually couldn’t dance. At all. They’d get out, take two tentative steps, and then stop. The whole idea of dancing had a Baptist appeal to these guys. Saw it happen more than once. Me? My hair wasn’t back in ponytail. I still can’t dance, but that never stopped me from having fun.
