This month I’ve written a lot about Suicide Prevention and our team’s goal to raise $5,000 to help the American Foundation of Suicide Prevention (AFSP). Huge thanks to everyone who has donated so far. Because of your generosity, we’re now $1200 away from reaching our goal. We still have a ways to go, but I know we can do it!
But enough about that for now. You’ve earned a small reprieve, and by “small” I mean “a couple of days.” You didn’t think it was permanent, did you? Oh honey, did I mention that we still have $1200 to go? Anyway…
This month I had three adventures/three new things I’ve done and wanted to share.
Like all good adventures, my first adventure involved a hooky day. You know, the kind of hooky day where you give your boss a full week’s notice explaining that you’d really like to have a day off if the schedule permits. Then you beg for their approval. Let’s face it, you’ve reached a point in your life where you’re just too lazy to call-in and put the energy into pretending you’re suffering. The thought of trying to conjure up a scratchy throat as you hold the phone away from your mouth, and letting your head dangle off the side of the bed to achieve that nicely stressed sound to your vocal chords is really too much, Plus, you’d have to spin the ailment wheel and choose something you think sounds somewhat reasonable and that you could reasonably recover from within 24 hours – food poisoning? allergies? cold? flu? migraine? vision problem?
All of that is especially challenging for me, because as it turns out, I’m a terrible liar. If I try to lie, it just becomes super awkward for everyone involved. No, it’s just easier for everyone if I flat out ask for what I want. Plus, no one (aka me) wants to navigate your (my) co-worker’s concerned, “hey, how are you feeling?” questions the next day anyway. When I chipperly respond, “I’m fine! Turns out tequila and tacos was the cure I needed!” it always abruptly stops the polite inquiries. Of course, that’s mostly because the idea of me sitting around drinking tequila is ludicrous. I knew I should have said “Dr. Pepper.” See, proof I can’t lie.
The first adventure involved my friend April and me heading off to Longhorn Cavern in Burnet, Texas. As the crow flies (or I-45 if you take the toll), it’s about an hour from my house.
The day started with my prediction that we were probably going to find a new place to have lunch, gab a bit, and then I’d meander back to my house for my 2pm hooky nap. It seemed like a pleasant enough day. So, with that in mind I got up late, headed to the gym, and mid-pushing something around or hefting it up I received a text from April alerting me that she was heading over so we could choose what to do. I thought “ooh! carpooling to lunch it is!”
We began plotting as soon as April arrived. Of course, I lamented not having my act together and us missing the opportunity to tour of the Governor’s Mansion. (Apparently, they need a week to perform a background check before you can go, and I’d only given them four business days. Harumph.) Hey, it was a thing in Austin I’ve never done. Don’t judge! Then we worked through a “things that needed patting” wish list. The list went from baby otters (who are probably toddlers now) at Franklin’s Drive Thru Safari to patting the elephants at the Houston zoo. For the record, I still want to pat elephants. I’m not kidding. If anyone of you has time and a free Friday, can we please please please please please go? I mean that would be ok and all. NO! Forget that. I’m not playing coy, it’s ELEPHANTS!!!! I desperately want to pat one!!! My birthday is in less than three months. I’m just saying. No, I’m actually begging, no I’m pleading. What will work on you? ELEPHANTS!
But, as you know keen reader, we ended up at Longhorn Cavern, which is clearly the natural progression from Governor’s Mansion > Safari > Toddler Otters > OMG ELEPHANTS!!! > Cave. You see it, right? Of course you do!
The cave was cleared out by the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) in the 1930’s, and is surrounded by several legends – some credible, some not so much. For example, at one time they believed it was used as a Speak Easy during Prohibition and that it was a possible hideout for the Sam Bass gang. Unfortunately, the park rangers and local historians have backed off of both of those stories. Our tour guide stated there was no evidence to support either claim. Personally, I can conceive of some scenarios where both are plausible. What if everyone did an amazing job of keeping the Speak Easy hush-hush? Sure, now people can’t keep a secret, but back then secrets stayed with folks until they went to the grave. I feel there’s a 2-3% chance (or maybe .02-.03% – one of those) that happened. People swore never to discuss the speak easy, so I feel my explanation is totally feasible. As for Sam Bass’ gang, well, those outlaws could have been exceptionally tidy. Outlaws had outlaw mamas, too! In fact, Sam Bass’ gang were probably the first to say “take only pictures, leave only footprints” as each man spat in their palm and shook each other’s hands. As we all know, an outlaw’s oath is an outlaw’s bond. And of course, it only follows that they didn’t take those photos, because it would have been a colossal pain, and no one would have been allowed to smile for minutes on end. I ask you, how does one not grin from ear-to-ear when you’ve robbed the Union Pacific and made off with all that gold. It would have been too much to ask! (I don’t know why I didn’t go into archaeology or anthropology. Those fields clearly lack a brilliant mind like mine. Think of the contributions they missed.)
The other legends are true. The cave was used by the Comanches, munitions were stored there during the Civil War, and at one time there was actually a grand staircase, dance hall, and a stage for live performances.
The hour and a half tour was fantastic thanks to a great guide. Unfortunately, we got a strong “NO!” when it came to patting the guy hanging out below. There were also firm “no’s” when it came to patting anything else. So, I went from the possibility of patting otter tweens (they’re aging rapidly – even as I type) to OMG ELEPHANTS!!!! to “keep your hands at your side and stay where I can see you.” Hmph. Still, this guy was pretty darned cute.
On a serious note, touching formations in caverns may cause irreparable damage, and in most states (like Texas) there are laws protecting them. Keep your hands to yourself. It’s the kind of rule that will save you from all kinds of trouble in life.
There was Pie
Afterwards, we headed to the Bluebonnet Cafe in Marble Falls. A place known for their meringue pies. These are beautiful looking pies where the meringue is at least 5″ high at their peak, and have that kind of oven kissed brown you always hope for, and you ultimately end up trying to convince your guests that scorched meringue is exactly the way your Gran always made it, and by golly you’re not straying from that path out of respect for her. God rest Gran’s meringue scorchin’ soul.
It was in that cafe that I had an epiphany that I’ll share. It turns out that I like the idea of 5″+ of meringue, but not the reality of it. It’s a TON of meringue, and very little pie. I’m a more pie fan. Again, it was well made and gorgeous to look at AND also about 4″ too much of meringue for my taste. Still, a lovely restaurant and I’m glad to say I tried the pie.
The Final Adventure
Finally, I attended a Gidget Party celebrating vintage Tiki culture!! I’m calling this my Social Coup of 2019 (coups deserve to stand out in bold type, so there you go). It was the kind of coup that involved incredible, fun, new friends, new experiences, AND bonus – I got to wear Gidget pigtails along with my favorite tacky hot pink Hawaiian shirt! There was amazing food! (Figs in a blanket!! Follow-up epiphany: It turns out I love figs in a blanket!) There were amazing drinks. Plus, fantastic hosts! Everything a party could hope for and super fun. It was truly a honor to be invited. I left with a huge goofy smile on my face.
I nearly forgot that I also went to a Cheese 101 class last week through Antonelli’s Cheese Shop. There I learned a bit about cheese, and was introduced to some new favorites: Gisele, Chevre, and Dry Jack. SOOOO GOOD!
All-in-all it was another month filled with new experiences and new people. A month I greatly enjoyed.
How was your September?
Epilogue: An October Plan
First, can I have an epilogue for a blog post? That seems ridiculous, so I’m all in! Anyway, I have a few ideas for how to spend October, but what I really hope to say by the middle of it is this: OH MY GOODNESS!!! We successfully raised $5,000 for AFSP in memory of Jay. (And that’s how your reprieve came to an abrupt end. You’re welcome!)
You can feed the giraffes too!
You had a great Sept! Ands cheers for such success.
So sad to hear they have rewritten the tourist information about the Longhorn Caverns. – That is such a weird wacky cave.
That’s some iceberg of a pie…. but an event, for sure.
Gidget party- oh, what a great idea
Could use some party right now (tomorrow’s post will explain – I’ve been by your blog multiple times, but each time I sat down tot comment, intercepted.)
Onward into Oct! (I need a bit of space, but maybe a zoo trip meetup down the road – just need to get past some roadblocks. Sigh.)
OH MY GOODNESS!!! Look at that baby giraffe’s face!!! I must feed him! (and of course ELEPHANTS!!!!) (Today’s response brought to you by the Caps Lock key, bringing you capital letters since 1867!)
The Gidget Party was a really clever idea. The whole house was decked out in a Hawaiian theme complete with masks, tiki torches, tiki mugs, gorgeous flowers, and again amazing food. My compliments to the hosts! I had a terrific time, and again got to wear my obnoxiously loud and very pink Hawaiian shirt (with the pigtails, of course).
The pie really was something, and really looked fantastic to just see even if I wasn’t as huge of a meringue pie.
I look forward to tomorrow’s post to see the party tie-in, and I’d always love some elephant petting/giraffe feeding company!
(FaceBook keeps showing me an Omaze fundraiser where, if you’re the lucky winner, you get to go to a giraffe hotel where you can feed the giraffes from your room. I’m torn between an urge to squeal about giraffes and “wow… that’s really pretentious,” but in the long run if it helps bring tourists dollars into the host country’s economy, I guess I shouldn’t judge. Next life I’m shooting to be a well-to-do jet-setting philanthropist. Fingers crossed. I’m putting my name on the ethereal list now.)
Hope your weekend is going great! Give my regards and respectful bows to the realm!
My “I can’t wait until it’s cooler and I can go see all the new stuff at the zoo” -sigh. Postponed. More tomorrow.
But I’m for anything that help support animals in the wild.(except the canned hunts for trophies – UGH) Poaching is taking such a toll. Some substitute fund raiser has to be out there somewhere
Hopefully, it won’t be postponed too much longer. I’m greatly looking forward to the cool (less hot?) front that is rolling this way tomorrow morning. I wish it would also bring a bit of rain.
It sounds like you may have seen the Omaze offer, because after reading your response I had that moment of, “oh right! It did say the money would go to help provide income to the people who are out there fighting poachers.” I absolutely do not understand poachers or trophy hunters – all the stories that flood my brain around the subject just make me grind my teeth and growl a bit – from the people who lure lions (or really any animal out) out to have the prize rug – to mug with a dead giraffe, to the industries that support poachers and make them necessary. It makes me so angry, upset, and ultimately just sad. And I guess I’m lucky that I can afford to have these thoughts, if that makes any sense.
Hrmm… time to go watch the mother otter cuddling her baby again. 🙂 A better not to end a Sunday. 🙂