Whoo hoo!
Don't you just want to yell out whoo hoo! sometimes?! The first whoo hoo! is because I have the day off! The second whoo hoo! is because my momma blessed me with great hair. If it weren't for the fact that a brush must touch my head for normal hygienic maintenance, I'm not kidding when I say, it wouldn't need it. (I had a guy once say "It's not fair. Your hair is like, perfect." And yes, he is/was straight.) The third whoo hoo!, is I have been inspired to write and have a great post topic. Now it's your turn to whoo hoo!
As you know, here I am. I am here. I finally broke down my moving boxes, so I guess this means I am staying here.
For the lazy clickers, Austin has always been my getaway, vay-cay town, so you must understand, I have been in no hurry to wear it out as I have opted to let the city happen to me and therefore have only been out a handful of times.
On an early outing, I somehow recognized the backside of a friend walking downtown, and sure enough it was. (Mind you, I know four people in this city.)
On my next outing, a solo movie jaunt (I wanted to see Hot Tub Time Machine, damnit!), I recognized a kickball team mate while standing in line.
And en route to girls brunch, a friend and I realized we were talking about the same person, who so happened to be at brunch.
I'm thinking, 'It really is a small world...' but here's where it gets even stranger. On a privileged (and well received) Friday afternoon, a visiting friend and I journeyed to the storied and yet-to-be-discovered Hippie Hollow. Just what is Hippie Hollow, you ask? I will not scorn you for not clicking here (warning) and instead, naturally, just tell you what it is. It is--and I quote, "a clothing optional" beach.
Now, there are a couple things that come to mind in that short quip of information, the first and most important on an already hot and lazy afternoon, the mere idea of an easy access beach in Austin. The second enticement for this impromptu trip, is the fact I can just walk in and tan the upper two feet of my legs?!, and third perk, cheers!-ing my fellow Fort Worthian friend on our courageous feat.
Maybe I am a little spoiled when I think of beach:
And admittedly, a little uncomfortable when we settle on this:
...nevermind the ahem, handful of naked people hiking aboot.Now, I've said this about crackheads in scary neighbourhoods: "They don't want me, Molly. They want crack," and I'll venture to guess the same goes for nudists: they want their own crack, all to themselves, and in any case, I have no crack to offer.
What I do have, however, is the opposite of nakedness: that would be great style as I have been complimented by an equal number of strangers for my taste and aesthetic.
Back to Hippie Hollow (but, not anytime soon), fortunately, the patrons are sparse in number (but not necessarily in weight) and more than kind and genuinely friendly.
One of the finer perks being new to Austin (and as a visitor to a nudey 'beach') is being anonymous, or so I thought, as low and behold, I recognize a fellow Fort Worthian, on this Friday afternoon, at this one hot spot in the ATX, at this moment in time.
What is the moral of the story?? I've said it time and again, put your clothes on people!, even if the occasion calls for otherwise and even if it seems a random and insignificant place on Earth. Of all the things to be known for, I write to say nakedness or poor taste when clothing is optional, just won't work.
These are the clothes I'd like to see you in.
*Note: No, Mother. No Fort Worthian's got naked on this trip.
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