Note to self, and to y’all: if you think you can put just a teeny bit of laundry detergent in your steamer to freshen up a shirt, you can’t. It doesn’t work. I repeat: it does not work. And this is how the night began.
Am I an idiot in thinking that it would work? I don’t know, but I do know that my steamer was doing something akin to choking when I tried that. I was trying to make my shirt smell a little nicer since an hour in 107 heat at the farmer’s market earlier that day made it smell not so nice, and I still wanted to wear it out that evening. And so, put a little pinch in there, turned the thing on, and “GURGLE, KHOUGHKCGAHHKKEE”…uh-oh. And then I pour out the water and try again. And then I turn it off. And then there’s water all over my floor. And then I hand wash my shirt. And then I try blow drying it, steamer still going, TV blaring Comedy Central or something, and poof! Lights out.
So if it looks like I got dressed in the dark, it’s because I literally did! Ha! So funny! Actually, it really wasn’t that bad. In fact I was the oddest bit excited because a gift from my housewarming party the weekend prior actually came in handy! Cary in the office here and his wife Anne gave to me a Riesling (mm, yum) and because of a mention of “unfortunate lighting” on the facebook invite, also included an emergency LED light, and a Disney Princess flashlight – so perfect, right?!
The goal was to get to Alyssa’s house at 9 where we’d then head out for whatever on Rainey Street. That, apparently, was an ambitious time as it was, but she calls me to tell me to hustle up because of “a guy who just came on, my friend said it should be good.” Cool! Always down for some live tunes here in Austin. And so we get there, fill up a cup of water before the bartender fills us a glass of vodka-water, and I see the poster. I assume it’s just going to be some dude with long hair and a guitar, but no. Read: ‘DELL SPECIAL ENGAGEMENTS: THEOPHILUS LONDON.’ WHAAAAAAT!
I stuck my arm out to point and said, “Wait, THIS is what we’re seeing right now!? Theophilus London!?” And the bartender chick nods at me wide eyed, as if to say “YEAH, girl. I KNOW. Get in there.” I was so excited I jumped up and down and spilled my water drink and we grabbed another and went dancing on in through the distressed wood walls to the spacious backyard, lit with Edison bulbs in mason jars and big fancy stage lights to see this –>
And we looked like this:
And it was rad.