I took a hiatus, Ricardo style. Except, unlike Ricardo I never know when my little breaks from blogging will be. It's more like "My internet went out during conference time before I got done unpacking from being out of town and by the time it came back I was being pecked to death by chickens!" rather than Ricardo's planned, refreshing absences.
In any case, one of the results of my hiatus is I'm moving to Austin! Okay, I only WISH I were moving to Austin. Because, as The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken put it, there I discovered heaven on Earth, otherwise known as Sixth Street.
Sixth Street is a lot like that other heaven on Earth, Provincetown on Cape Cod. Except Sixth Street noticeably lacks a beach and transvestite karaoke which are big draws in my book. I’m sure it has better weather though, and that must count for something. While my girl was at the bat mitzvah that brought us to town, we had to make sure my boy was properly educated. It turns out that there's more to Austin than Sixth Street.
We saw America's largest urban bat colony fly out of the Congress Street Bridge. It happens that I sort of figured out how to do video on my camera! There are way better videos on utube, but I was so impressed with myself for not only figuring out how to take the video, but also figuring out how to post it that I had to use my own:
Of course we had to see the capital building:
And last but not least, The-Guy-That-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken showed my boy how to blow up peeps in the microwave, a skill highly in demand the week after Easter when Peeps are on sale for 12 cents a package:I'm sure there's a career for him somewhere in the Peep destruction field. After all, it seemed like there were enough leftovers in the stores for them to take over the country if we take our eyes off them for even a second.
Here's my sweet pea showing off her new haircut too: