In Which We Return To The Old Country


Yeah, I am back in Texas, in the bosom of my birth and childhood and a big chunk of my misspent youth. In Austin, to be precise. As usual, my visit here is centered on eating as much barbecue and Mexican food as possible.

My brother has driven up from Houston to visit and my niece Amber and her family have come down from far north Texas to get in on the action. We went to a great old timey barbecue place in the middle of downtown Austin that had managed to hang on despite Austin’s booming development all around it. There’s several small creeks that wander through downtown and this is on the banks of one of them. It was a lovely breezy, cool evening and we sat up on the back porch over the creek and enjoyed some of the most delicious ribs I’ve ever had.

This afternoon, we went out to the Lady Bird Johnson wildflower center. It is an arboretum with a focus on local native plants. It was very pretty, but not a touch on the huge fields of bluebonnets at my late brother Mike’s ranch. We all miss Mike very much, and are very conscious of how much he would have added to a family gathering like this. I tried to get Diane and Ed to take pictures with my phone for this post, but the technology defeated both of them. Fine. You’ll just have to imagine your author standing out in the blasto central Texas sunshine, squinting.

Austin these days has very little remaining of the Austin I remember from my college days here. One of the constants that has hung on is the huge number of young people all over the place, determined to have a good time. My hotel is only a block away from the party central of 6th Street and the crowds last night could have rivaled those of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. They were having the kind of party that comes from being young, stupid, and away from your mommy and daddy for the first time. The very best, in other words. My great-niece was one of those wild youth last night. The fact I have a great niece who’s old enough to be one of the partiers sort of astounds me still. But she’s very pretty and she seems level-headed so I encouraged her to go be wild in memory of the misbehavior I enjoyed here 45 years ago. Whoo hoo

guys I wish I was misbehaving with RIGHT NOW:

Arty, with a big hooter. What’s not to love?

My family has a history of powerful women and my niece Amber is carrying on the tradition. She is, very much like my grandmother, a firecracker. God love her. She is a fan of these naked guys here.

I say if you’re not a nekkid guy fan, you’ve come to the wrong blog.

Oddly, the crowds I’ve encountered locally seem to be much more chicks than humpy young men. Maybe I have scared the boys off. No telling.

Certainly, my memory of Austin includes quite a few humpy boys. Many of them naked, thank you goddess.

While sharing yarns about the good ol days, I have tried to refrain from too many lurid details.

But the lunks of your will always live on in my heart.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

7 responses »

  1. You have inspired me to go out for a walk later to see if any wildflowers made it through the unexpected cold snap we’ve just had. There won’t be any bluebells/bonnets yet though, as it’s too early in the season for them here. And there shouldn’t be any youths or crowds either – although I wouldn’t be averse to coming across a muscular and insoucient youth or two…

    #2 seems confused/disappointed with his thing. #3 is adorable, though!


  2. Back in the day, Texas wasn’t so bad. Of course, Pam and Bobby Ewing were newlyweds then…. (Model #5 for me. Somehow, he looks so innocent.)


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