Technically, I live about 20 miles south of Austin near Buda. And I work at home. I don’t have to deal with Austin traffic or Austin hipsters-than-thou (pretty much everyone is hipster-than-thou these days).
So, my Austin is the Austin of my college days at UT. Dancing in the sand to reggae at Liberty Lunch. Swimming at an uncrowded Barton Springs. Cheap steaks at Another Raw Deal. Too many Shiner Bochs at The Hole in the Wall. And the first few Eyeore’s Birthday Parties in Pease Park.
Most of the places and events are still around, but it’s not the same. It’s more crowded, less interesting and less Austin.
Ultimately, everyone can’t be a nonconformist like everyone else.
But it’s still cooler (not COOLER) than anywhere else in Texas. And it’s probably the only place you’ll find a small squirrel in a drum circle banging a coffee can with a spatula in celebration of a clinically depressed donkey.
Bang on, Hammy. Bang on, Austin.