My BFF Rachel and I decided to plan a quickie “City Break” weekend to the Live Music Capitol of the world to see if it held up. How could current Austin hold up to the days when I would stay out until 3 am dancing in my Doc Martens and then wake up to a Tabasco-covered plate of eggs Migas to get it started all over again? I made no attempts to return over the next decade. Putting around Lake Travis on a pontoon boat by day, drinking Everclear margaritas by night, Austin was akin to that mythical winning touchdown, the glory days of my youthful vacation memories.Īnd so I left it there. Life has a way of scrapping one’s plans and I never made the move south, though I visited whenever I could.
Friendly, filled with music and freethinking artistic types, it was my dream city.
After my first trip to Hamilton Pool, Sixth Street and eating burritos the size of my face, I was hooked. When I was 21, one of my best friends moved from St.
