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Sweet sebaceous gland! What's that under your arm!?

So, I really did want to write up a recap of events from Austin, but now the moment has passed and I just don't feel up to it.  I do want to share the title of that post though.  It was going to be, SXSW:  Festival of Beards and Boots.  That pretty much sums up the general look that all the "hipsters" were shooting for.  All the dudes had scraggly beards and all the girls were wearing some sort of boot.  It didn't matter what the rest of their outfit looked like, as long as you were wearing a boot you were automatically one of the cool kids, therefore, I was not.  But I'm ok with that because I don't think St. Louis could handle me in cowboy boots.

This weekend was pretty good.  I went to the Way Out Club with my sister to see her friend's band play and by the end of the night the passenger side of my car (inside AND out) was covered in puke.  That wasn't really a highlight of the night, but at least now I have a "That Time Someone Puked In My Car" story. 

Saturday was probably the best because I had a baby shower to attend at 1pm and a bachelorette party that started later that evening around dinner time.  And no, they were not for the same woman. :)  My friends mother-in-law went all out for the baby shower with a full on tea party theme.  There were dainty, crustless sammiches, English style cookies, fancy china, and any kind of tea you could imagine.  I spoke with an aunt of hers who told me about how she delivered via home birth and how her doctor was great because he had fingers like forceps.  Both her daughter (the one delivered by Dr. Forceps) and I cringed at that one.  A little graphic, but interesting and informative nonetheless.

That night I spent entirely too much money, but all of us girls had a nice drunken time.  We met up at the hotel room that some of them had booked downtown for pre-drinking and then headed to the Landing.  I wasn't expecting much from this choice, but I was pleasantly surprised.  We went to Morgan Street Brewery and we all had a really good time dancing, drinking, and rescuing each other from sleazy guys that would creep up behind us and start dancing.  It's a little gross when they come up behind you like that, but at least that way the guy can't see my face when I grab the arm of my nearest friend and mouth, "HELP ME!" which is that friend's cue to cut in as if they all couldn't dance without my presence.  It's a nice little system. 

Today I called in sick because I was planning on being productive and getting stuff done so that I could renew my plates, but that plan fell to shambles after my car didn't pass inspection.  I hate my car and just want it to go away and be magically replaced by a car that was made after 2000.  Besides that, I really do have an annoying health issue right now that has gotten worse over the weekend, so I was able to make a doctors appointment for Wednesday.  I've got some crazy cyst/clogged sebaceous gland under my arm that is swelling at a rapid pace.  Luckily I already have a dermatologist and luckily he happened to have an opening this week.  The next available date was in May!  I'm going to be glad to get this taken care of, but I am not excited about crying in front of a 50-something year-old man, because I can guarantee you that I'll start crying the second I see a needle.  That's just how I roll.

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