Foat Wuth, Ah Luv Yew!

Obviously I've had an aversion to writing lately. I've also been completely unresponsive to requests by Loved Ones to post again. Depression? I dunno. I'm definitely strange and undisciplined and cyclic (though not psychic) mood-wise. I've been having fun...living my life (extremely important) and enjoying myself, uh...for the most part.

Last month I took a few friends on a little trip to Fort Worth to see the Hip Pocket Theatre's Trio Molemo! It was a nostalgic good time and the most fun I had had in awhile. We left Austin after work and got to the theatre after the Friday night show, just in time to catch up with my sweet old friends Lake and Lorca Simons and follow them out to their house-sitting gig on Eagle Mountain Lake. They've turned into such beautifully amazing women and I'm so proud of both of them. At one point in the evening the neighbor motored up in his party boat and gave us a star-filled ride...ahhh, Texas. I love living in the Lone Star State.

We had a cool bi-level hotel room on the Trinity River near TCU, and after sleeping as late as possible, went to breakfast at Benito's, the long-standing haunt of all Hip Pocketeers. Their papas con huevos still taste exactly like they did 18 years ago. Awesome.

After breakfast we went for a walk through the historic Fairmount District, where the coolest houses on the planet can still be purchased and remodeled by regular, non-independently-wealthy people.

It was like a jaunt through my perfect fantasy, and made me toy (briefly) with the idea of moving back there. But I love Austin too much.

After our long walk we visited The Modern, which is new since I was last in Cowtown, and saw an awe-inspiring exhibit as well as a really cool Japanese anime film. The whole experience at this less 4 year old museum was breathtaking, actually. A nice surprise. Here's a picture I got away with taking at The Modern before that guard you see in the background kindly told me to put my camera away:

The artist's name is Ron Mueck, and if you're anywhere near Fort Worth between now and October 21st, get there. It's what art is all about. Oh! I forgot one of the coolest things about the Modern...this AMAZING interactive sculpture outside their front door:

It's Big - It's Echo-y - It's Beautiful

After the museum and the movie we went and had some good beers and dinner at the Ginger Man. Then as sunset approached we took the drive out I-30 to the theatre that reminded me of all the times I did that as an actress...the comingling of excitement and total serenity I felt every time I was on my way out to Oak Acres to do a show with my fellow hippie artist freaks. Everything about that trip served to remind me in so many good and wonderful-feeling ways of the things I've done in my life and the people I've met that and who have made me me. I've felt a little off-track all year, since my stint with the church served to completely obliterate my identity...and the Hip Pocket was good good medicine. OK, I'll throw in one more pic of the dear new theatre...as they have moved from Oak Acres to a beautiful new spot with some really great buildings:

(OK, two more photos.) I didn't get a shot of their new bandstand or the new bar, which are equally, if not even more, cool. But the HPT is and always has been cool.

I'm older now; I haven't acted in a long time, but I was reminded that it's never too late to be yourself. I guess, on the rarest of occasions, you actually can go home again.