We drove through winding dirt roads, 10 of us singing along to the Spice Girls and Ace of Base and TLC, stopping at wineries to enjoy the views of Texas wine country. We bought a couple of bottles at one stop, and Di told the infamous story of Leslie's trip to the emergency room after busting her chin open while doing the Worm.
One night ended right back where it began -- at Magnolia Cafe, a 24/7 diner where we had tacos and enchiladas for brunch, and pancakes and eggs for a late-late-night snack.
A dragon, a galaxy, a cat, a country bumpkin, a sloth, two '80s chicks, a flower girl, a cat and a bee celebrated Eeyore's birthday at Pease Park. The dragon was serenaded by a man passing by with a guitar. A human pyramid was formed by the May Pole. The sloth got pulled into a giant drum circle.
There was beef brisket and spicy collards, Shiner Ruby Redbirds, white cheddar cheesy puffs, sea scallops and quail and risotto, mimosas, cookies, giant turkey legs, wine.
We danced. Then two very determined pedicab drivers pedaled six drunk ladies up one big hill on South Congress Avenue. We passed by a man riding a white horse on the sidewalk, and when we reached the top, sang "Happy Birthday Marriage" to a certain curly blonde bride-to-be.
These are the scenes that take place when you get 14 women together, with friendships that span up to 30 years, and put them in a house in Austin, Texas, with an entire weekend to do whatever they want. We celebrated my friend Leslie, who is getting married in August to a man named Jens. Les is the kind of girl who grows kale in her front yard, raises chickens in her backyard, and when asked who her celebrity crush is, responds: Heidi Swanson. She also speaks fluent Spanish, learned how to make authentic paella while living in Spain, and will take your boyfriend to the ER when he breaks his collarbone while walking out of a White Sox game, despite his insistence that he's fine.
All this to say, it's good to have a Leslie in your life. Jens is a lucky man.