My birthdays are normally days I take for sort of introspective escape. I leave the daily life, retreat somewhere far-flung but aesthetically pretty, where I can be anonymous yet entertained. This year, however, I knew I would be in the midst of this trip, where all I am is anonymous (and sometimes entertained), so it was somehow different. I felt like I wanted to be around others, and spending an anonymous day in Omaha seemed, somehow, sad.
However, waking up yesterday, I somehow realized that I really just don't care about my birthday; that it's just an additional day in the month. The reality of it brought me back to how I really feel about the situation, overall. Now that I know that, I'll probably not push the birthday anymore in future years.
Sausage and beer was the second treat. An excellent beer selection and some interesting sausages. It was a very "Austin" place, even though it fancied itself a German beer hall.
Austin pics from the hotel:
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