Mid-October in Austin feels like early June in New York--which is messing with my circadian rhythm and annual craving for Candy Corn. Autumn is New York's strong suit: the city is still pulsing from September (the Monday of all months) while the cool air and changing leaves sharpen the senses just in time for hibernation. It can be 50 degrees or 70 degrees on any given Halloween; either way, parade attendees are still wearing their thong-themed costumes. (Oh look, another slutty witch!) Austin has its fair share of Oktoberfests, pumpkin displays, and sexy Halloween ideas as well (Oh look, another Ebola hazmat costume!), but it lacks the Northeast seasonal shift that makes this time of year so darn romantic and / or contemplative. Residents are still going for late-afternoon dips in my complex's pool. Women haven't put away their cute sandals. People are still vying for parking spots in the shade. Though as one Austin friend recently noted when I wrapped a light linen shawl around my bare shoulders while enjoying dinner at an outdoor cafe, "See, we have a fall." Autumn is in the eye of the beholder.
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Lone Star cardio broken down into three distinct categories:
Texas Two-Stepping with a fancy footin' fellow New Yorker to a Conjunto band comprised of spirited octogenarians. This makes for a rather David Lynch-laden scenario: feline, leggy women in black skinny jeans and halters swirling around the dance floor with their mis-matched cowboy compadres while the Polka-pumping accordion of the region's Germanic roots urge each couple onward into a chaotic Tejano waltz.
Back-to-back Pilates equipment classes downtown with the venerable Mandie, where the powerhouse becomes the most important place of worship for your sweaty soul to inhabit. Don't let the machines intimidate you: once you've mastered the "wunda chair's" trapeze-like resistance springs, it might be a good time to submit your resume to Cirque du Soleil.
Contending with I-35 at rush-hour is a challenge for all...and only the strong will survive. I scoffed at the notion of traffic "congestion" before moving here. Make no mistake: MoPac, Lamar, and any vague "Loops" should be avoided between the hours of 5 and 7PM by anyone who doesn't identify as heart healthy. To sit for 60 minutes on a 5-mile stretch of road is no longer a syndrome reserved for LA. Employ ujjayi breath while in these vehicular binds. As a fortune cookie copywriter once wrote, "What is in the way is the way."
The best thing about Trader Joe's in Austin? There's no "End of Line" sign greeting you at the entrance. The beginning of the line *is* the end of the line--and there is a cashier just waiting for your blessed presence at the quiet register up ahead. Oh, Chelsea chaos, 14th Street NYU overload, and Upper West Side line wrapped tight around the block, how I will miss you. No more shall I shop for baby carrots and coconut water while simultaneously holding my place in line by kicking a basket along the floor to the register like it's the Bataan Death March.
And Trader Joe's, you are not even the most coveted spot to shop at in this town. Grocery stores like Randall's, HEB, and Fiesta (Robert Plant's fave) are nutritional cathedrals of open, empty aisles lending themselves to Big Sky Country if only that country were indoors. Boca Burgers and hummus--the main staples for veg-friendly girly consumers across this great land--cost less than a large bag of wasabi peas in Manhattan (in Harlem, no less).
For over 14 years in New York, I bought one roll of toilet paper at a time from a neighborhood bodega. And now the possibility of plenty manifests before me in an architectural stack of two-ply. Austin, thank you for your anti-Grsitedes, non-D'Agsotino ways. One day soon, I will actually remember to bring my own reusable tote to the supermarket rather than pay the 25 cents for a plastic bag we all know you look down upon. And when that day comes, I will finally be one with your progressive, recycling ways.
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