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The One Day Getaway

Summer Vibing on my One Day Vacation from Dalcatraz!
My bestie had an extra ticket and an extra bed and invited me on a fun little roadtrip to Austin this weekend. The idea of escaping Dallas (aka DAL-CATRAZ) was a no brainer. Plus he had booked a room at the little quaint motel we had been hitting up for a number of years- The Austin Motel.

What is our favorite thing about the Austin Motel? THE POOL! They have a cute little retro Kidney shaped pool that never used to be crowded but the times they have a-changed. Just as Dallas has exploded in growth- so has Austin- in fact they exploded first and done it bigger. I'm kinda sad about it but thats the way the world is going. We have infested and overpopulated everything. However- we were not gonna let that ruin our vacay. We got our fun in the sun and pool time nonetheless- people be damned!

AGGHHHHH HUMANS! They have now added a bar where there used to be none. Im a fan of not having a bar shoved up my nose everywhere I go- but there it was. So we ordered way overpriced drinks and then decided F THAT and smuggled our storebought cheaper contraband...as everyone else seemd to have done. SHHHHH!

Bikini Time! Don't hate me because I have bewbs. I actually had nothing to do with them- they were just there one day. Part of my body. Am I gonna hate a part of my body? No. So why should you? Actually I got no complaints. It felt amazing to get into the pool AT LONG LAST!

The Austin has cute little quirky rooms. Different every time it seems. We had the LIPSTICK print wallpaper room with retro style red beds, a red fridge and a red Bat Phone. I kept waiting for Commisioner Gordon to call, but I guess there weren't any emergencies this weekend. (PS MY ROBE (pictured top) matched the pillows and matched the hairdryer bag and I thought that was so stinkin cute)

The other reason why we were in Austin? My buddy Gabe had tickets to see SHE PAST AWAY - a darkwave band from Turkey. So we went to the Elysium and milled around in the goth sauna. I felt like I had uncovered a goth nest in Austin and marvelled at the way everyone was still dedicated to their leather, black clothing and makeup in this godforsaken heat. We were all sweating. But I can't talk because that was totally 15 year old me- wearing my leather jacket in the summer, hair in face and black lipstick, crucifix eyeliner- all done up, complete with 20 eyed soaking wet boots.
Boy was I a dummy. 😜 But I guess it was fun. They put on a great show and mood and it was a  packed coffin of a club.
We ate, drank and made merry the whole time. I played car dj to and from and learned about some new music while I was there. Saw some of our Dallas peeps and nearly died by eating way too much sushi at an All You Can Eat sushi joint called Sushi Junai- the trick- they will charge you for whatever you left on your plate. Did you order a $14 fancy sushi roll but couldn't finish all the rice? Left a roll behind? You will be charged for that roll. All $14 of it. So needless to say- READ THE FINE PRINT before you get so ballsy. Did I leave with sushi rice and seaweed stuffed into a napkin in my purse on the sly? YOU BETTER DAMN WELL BELIEVE IT! I wasn't paying $14 on top of my $30 all you can eat price to kill myself eating! 
Aside from that faux pas- delicious and painful as it was- the trip was much needed. I have totally been a dedicated worker bee that has forgotten to enjoy life because I can't really afford it- am constantly hustling work just to make ends meet. Summer blurs into Fall blurs into Winter blurs into Spring- there is no "break" or getaway. So grabbing a friend who makes you laugh and overeat and running away for a day was so necessary to my mental health.
Now it's Monday- vacation is over...the bikini is going into the dryer...and work email is waiting. It was nice while it lasted- and has me thinking to find more little vacation vibes where I can. Even if they are just one day getaways.




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