There is life after Austin
Food trucks! A 4:1 human to dog ratio! Live music! You guys, a little sliver of Austin is here in suburban Atlanta. There were even craft beers and BBQ plates to be had. The only things that were different? 1- It was not one billion degrees outside nor was it humid, and 2- there wasn't a single hipster or beard in sight.
Last night, at the suggestion of my mother-in-law, our family had an enjoyable dinner at the weekly Alpharetta Food Truck Alley. The reality of the finality of us moving here is starting to sink in (this isn't just a visit), and I'm really missing Austin, but last night's trip to the food trucks was a sweet reprieve from all that emotional yuck. As I watched Jude and Caroline, with their faces sticky from popsicles bought from a street vendor, dance on the mulch while local darling Kurt Scobie played nearby, I took a moment to look at the smiling faces all around, and -- there -- I felt it. A whisper across my skin and into my ear, "New memories will be made here. You're going to be okay."
1 / Totally digging my new jeans from Imogen + Willie, a brand I only recently learned about via Zady. They're made in Nashville, and they fit like a dream. I got these on mega mega sale via Shopbop (they're usually $295, but I nabbed the dark wash for $89). I love that this particular style is called the Lucy.
3 / Look! Chris found smoked meats, everybody!
4 / I had the coconut fried chicken from Ibiza Bites. The not-at-all dead body Paul Qui is going to roll over in his future grave when I say this, but fo' real: my dinner tonight was easily the best food I've ever had anywhere ever out of a food truck. And y'all, I lived in Austin for eight years and I do SXSW every year. I've eaten from a lot of food trucks.
5 / A kid after my own heart. He opted for the chocolate sea salt option from King of Pops.
6 / "Is this Texas, mom?" // "No, honey, it's not. But I can see why you'd ask that."
See, Austin friends? It's not so bad here.