With a Rebel Yell

Today officially marks my move DFW. I have been a resident of Dallas County for one whole year now. Ben and I drove in from Austin late last night. We spent the weekend at FunFunFunFest, which was really a FunDustyAntBiteI'msurroundingbykidsthatlooklikeRuffioFest. A good time for sure, but a very disparate festival. Of course, going to any festival hosting an electronica, comedy/experimental, punk/hardcore, and alternative-esque stages, we shouldn't have expected anything less. It was odd, however, that the plastic 80s sunglasses count was the same as the studded jean jacket with an old t-shirt on the back count. Just to allay any doubt of the bizarro characters at the festival, take a gander at this Billy Idol look-a-like getting down to Toxic Avenger:



I have a video of this dude dancing that is even better, but my stupid computer isn't cooperating. You'll just have to imagine him pumping his arms like he's swimming the breaststroke to techno music. Also while in Austin I went to the Capital for the first time with Malinda. I missed out on so much Texas history by moving here in the seventh grade; I've had to spend the last twelve years catching up. While in the Capital I found some floor art that would have been even more fun to find as a fourth grader on tour with my classmates. I mean, I know it's Austin, but how could have someone overlooked that. Really.



Coming home the to sprawling metroplex is still surreal. When I was in college I swore I would NEVER live here, just like how I swore I would NEVER be a teacher when I was in high school. Lesson learned. There are actually quite a myriad of things I thought I would NEVER do and my year in Dallas has proven me wrong.

-I NEVER thought I would learn how to negotiate a rush hour without crying or crashing into a median/other cars.
-I NEVER thought Texas would be significant enough in ANY type of election, let alone the Democratic Primary, to justify candidates speaking within a one mile radius of where I watch Jon Stewart make fun of them.
-I NEVER thought I could be a sassy enough waitress to get called a smartass and get tipped extra for it.

I swear I had more but all the mud/snot that is in my sinus cavities must be hampering my didactic impulses. Hopefully some sleep will help expunge the funfunfundust. Thanks for reading Malinda, I had fun this weekend. COME VISIT ME. (And to conclude, some belated Barack and Roll Election Night celebration pictures)