Oliver and I woke up this past Saturday morning at my mom’s house in San Antonio. We got up, got dressed and went out for breakfast (we had “Gackos” or “tacos”), and then headed north to Austin for music class. Music class starts at 10:30 and we left San Antonio at 8:45, seemingly with plenty of time even considering that I-35 was shut down in the south of Austin (which I knew before we headed out). My plan was to continue driving north on 35 until it started to slow down and then get off and take the surface roads the rest of the way to music class. It didn’t work out so smoothly. The highway never “slowed down”. It just stopped. Dead stop. We went from going 70 mph to going 2 mph. It was horrible. I knew we weren’t going to make it to class and I felt awful. I was so angry at myself but even angrier at the city of Austin. I mean, what sort of city has ONE north-south thoroughfare and shuts that road down for an entire weekend? What kind of city makes it so impossible to get anywhere? Shuts down roads every two minutes for some sort of festival or race, etc? Ugh. Austin was on my list. I was so over it.
Oliver and I got to music class thirty minutes late but our teacher was nice enough to let us sit in on the next class so Oliver didn’t have to miss it entirely. After class we headed home and Oliver and I both took pretty decent naps. When we woke up, Dauphin and Kelly called and said that there were headed to Zilker Park to fly kites and hang out. We headed down to the park and spent the next three hours running around, playing soccer and flying kites. There were hundreds of people out at the park but it wasn’t crowded. Oliver ran and ran and ran and met tons of people. He kept running up to people and saying: “Hi! I Oliver!” It was too cute. We stayed until the sun started to set and then headed back to the car. On the walk to the car I caught one of my favorite pictures of Brian and Oliver of all time.
MoPac up to the house was smooth sailing and I found myself falling in love with our town once again. Well played, Austin. You’ve got a fan in me.
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