It is almost 3am, so the following post will probably be void of as many details as could be provided, but the night was full of such hilarity and bad assness as has rendered immediate sharing necessary.
I like to think that the nights events unfolded when I was sitting in a cafe in South Austin blogging about the lack of decent coffee in Austin. The Universe must have thought, “I’ll make this happen.” And so began our night. A friend and I started our evening with a production of Hamlet performed outdoors at a cemetery. Everything about the production was stellar except for the temperature dropping to the low 40′s. Despite our best efforts with hats, gloves, jackets (all of which I had to dig out of still unpacked boxes), there were entire acts that I watched without any feeling in my toes.
Our second stop of the night was at a Diwali event downtown where I quickly danced the blood back into my toes. We also discovered that the pick up line “I see you’re not Indian” can actually work, but perhaps only on Diwali. It was here that, as I was dancing up with the DJ (who is fabulous and a friend of mine), I found myself breaking up a heated argument that appeared to rapidly be crossing the line from argument to full on fight. While it was quite bad ass of me to step in and very calmly break things up, in my head I was panicking just a little bit and hoping to god that this was the kind of guy who would never hit a girl.