Oh, also! There’s been a cat adoption! It was supposed to, technically, be his but she’s lived here since we picked her up. I guess, therefore, she’s ours. Since Patty and Selma are named after Simpson’s characters, so is she. I was kidding when I suggested Ralph Wiggum but he went with it! So meet Ralph the Girl Cat! She’s evil.
But onto the major major stuff! He took me home to Austin to meet his friends and family. Terrifying.
We left Tuesday morning and spent the night in New Orleans. Mussels and oysters and ice cold beer.
We arrived in Austin Wednesday night and spent Thanksgiving day with his dad, stepmom, brothers, aunt, and cousin. The entire drive to the house I was shaking and fighting to not hyperventilate. They were all really wonderful and made me feel so welcomed. The food was amazing, the liquor flowed, and I totally dominated at Trivial Pursuit. And we made out a few times in the bathroom. It was the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had and it meant so much to me that he invited me to spend it with his family.
The next day we had lunch and played mini golf with a couple of his friends. The course is BYOB and, let me tell ya, drunk mini golf is as difficult as you’d imagine. But even more fun!
Then dinner with his mom and brother. His mom was who I was most worried about as she’s made comments to him that made it clear that she didn’t approve of our relationship or the way he feels for me. But we got along really well and talked politics. Then hung out with a group of his friends. I think they liked me? I have no idea, I’m so bad at judging these things. Saturday was lunch with his dad, brothers, and family friends, which was really fun.
We ended up heading out that night, stayed over in Louisiana (I think) and got home late Sunday night. We stopped at lots of little roadside oddities which was awesome. I fucking love that he appreciates those as much as I do! He’s a perfect road trip partner.
There is a direct, straight line of oppression, cruelty, and selfishness that can be easily drawn from a lunch of mussels and oysters to a tiger in a cage. Those are the same damn thing.
Also, you were so heartbroken over a tiger in a cage on the side of the road that you... furthered its abuse and lack of dignity by photographing it and putting on the internet? "I saw this profoundly unethical, unspeakable cruel thing! And I gawked like everyone else! And then I took a photograph of it!" I mean, seriously?
Come the fuck ON.
You're right. I fucked up. Big time. And there's no excuse so I won't even try to make one. I failed. Thank you for making me realize it.
Animal Legal Defense Fund’s Working to Free Tony the Truck Stop Tiger
Free Tony the Truck Stop Tiger
I call this the Selfie Statue.
We went to the Abita Mystery House and it was glorious.
Things are going well. It’s pretty amazing.